I AM The Wind

I tip my jungle canopy to you. Be ready for I will steal a kiss and relish it I am the breezy traveller my carpet bag bulges and quivers with jungle secrets, monkey wishes and one billion years of joy a mien of love a miasma of pain I am the wind an imaginary man travelling and

The Trapeziast

a flower in the wind caution left swinging she swoops, like air she circles palms flared upward space alight on blue universal pulsing aero waltzing to central beat and the landing but a whim an extra a bonus a swelling a rush an art she leaves her body swinging