Wind Chimes

Alone on the ledge,
I await in anticipation,
poised in staunch position
as hovering masses begin their move.
Solemn communion;
closed eyes listening...
the passionate Wind Chimes.
Embracing the response,
the mystic massage;
feathered fingers flow
mere-touching the skin.
Vibrant sighs
emit pure emotion;
succumbing the sequence of need.
From your limbs, I learn the layers.
I breathe the breath of your boughs.
You entice me without provocation...
I'm comfortable within you caress.
Oh sing those psalms for me...
with closed eyes listening...
the passionate Wind Chimes.

by Merlin J. McMinn

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