Gentle Wind 

I merely step outside
To find the utmost
Cooling and seductive breeze.
I take a breath to the point of despair
As it embraces me.
As it licks and tastes my soul.
To know just where to taunt
My most desirable secret senses,
The breeze
That which smells so clean so persuading.
I long to believe in it
I desire to go with it
I hunger to be it.

2/5/2002
Sarah Lee McGehee