Winds Of Desire


Your breath stirs my hair 

a stray strand clings to my face

the feel of your fingers 

as they brush it away

makes my  toes 

clutch 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 imagination 

© 2016 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved

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