The Caress Of The Wind

Howling, the angered night wind chases me.
It's talons, invisible try to grab hold of me-
Like succubus trying to bring me to her bedchambers
It's a rapper trying to get to my pale skin.
I relent; I let the wind caress my body.
The wind is warm, like my lovers body during orgasm.
I open my eyes, a small tear rolls down my cheek,
To the grass below, it, reaching up with green arms-
Trying to get to the drink, like a thirsty animal.
I sigh, for in truth, I have no lover.