Wind Rider
**From my collection of poems: 'Apollo's Diary'
I wonder if she thinks of me,
at night, alone.....
in her melting-bed;
With moon full as her curiousity
....my breath, the wind in the late hour
the stars I shall tease with,
and phallic-lavender to ignite her bosom;
I am all things gentle, yet mighty,
soft as her silk sheets.....
Dark and tall in her bedroom shadows,
but candle-light makes me real
with the night so young,
if a king should come ----
he will not do.....
She longs love, not adulterous power;
I shall whisper upon a balmy breeze.....
(I wonder if she thinks of me)
at night.....
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