Idle talk, in the breeze -
Listening, yet at heart
desire is shaken, stirred, mixed and blurred.
Echoing back I have not -
A slight clippity clap
with a rip and a rap,
beating on a heart chord.
Tending to dawn,
listening till day's end,
it's presence, spastic, looming with the wind.
Grasping to a desire, I grow near,
trying to surrender
among the burden of beating bonds.
A youthful heart has been strummed,
anticipating thunderclouds to come -
Play, surrounding home front's doorway.
On demi point, sharing her breathe,
she lays out a narrative -
I advance, with a view to let go.