The Wind is My Lover

At daybreak – she rattles the pages of my paper,
whispers sweetly in my ear,
and blows my coffee cool --
before whisking me down the sidewalk to meet the day.

At noon – she whips at my shirt tails,
giggles upon my skin,
and playfully ruffles my hair --
before breezing away into the mid-day sun.

At dusk – she dances flamenco around me,
tugs at my buttons,
and breathes lightly upon my neck --
before caressing me into a goodnight.