its my beloved, my precious paramour
when the wind blows so riotously
as to force a gasp
and rain dampens down
every one of my embellishments
when slick strands of hair
stick to my skin like capricious ink
and my most fervent wish
is to abandon sight and forfeit thought
and to feast on the most uncluttered joy
of a dismantling torrent of rain
and a breathtaking eruption of wind