On The Kiss of Wind

On the Kiss of Wind

I’m walking the length of the platform
listening to Einaudi
air fat with tourists
each step honey slow
I’m playing the high part
on my right hand heels calacking
looking down into the darkness
for that sweet kiss of wind
gentle mothers breath
a droplet forming
slick tongued and lanky on my brow
summer arms swinging and the keys
falling
falling whispering take me home
take me home.