The Breeze

I stand with my head bowed
Not in submission
An invitation
To the winds that will wash over me
Bringing with them
The blessings
That come from your presence
Even in your absence
The warmth in the breeze
Is from your flame
The cool from your calm
The gentle touch
From your desires
That shiver past
In expectation
Of the next wave
I wait still
With my head bowed
Knowing that it comes from you
And is mine
To uncover

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