fleeting
BY RORIE NEWMAN
Wind purses her lips together tightly
but loose enough
for her wisp of words
to glide over the shell of your ear
caressing the creases
and you shiver
not from the cold
from her crisp enunciations
from the tip of her tongue
delicately
teasing her teeth teasing you teasing
the sharpness of winter yet to come
and her long lightning-like fingers
drag goosebumps down your arms baboom
is that thunder
baboom
or the life leaking organ
baboom
throwing itself against your ribs
baboom
poundingPoundingPOUNDing
baboom
your breath has been frozen in your throat
baboom
the air stolen before it even reaches your lips
baboom
baboom
baboom
b r e a t h e
and the gentle Wind
flirts away
without a thought
to tempt the next lonely soul
walking
without a jacket