Winds Of Desire


Tame

Your breath stirs my hair
a stray strand clings to my face
the feel of your fingers

as they brush it away
has my toes
clutching at the sheet

as I fight to stay rooted
while you sweep me away
on winds of desire

But you are no anchor
I can cling to
you are the storm

tossing me into the wild
taking me places
beyond my tame imagination

© 2017 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved

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