Wind and Water

These are the elements of my desire. A swing near water. Music flows as the water does. My sustenance as the wind of rocking pulses in rhythm. You are earth, sanity, logic. You speak in a foreign language in that way. My tongue understands ideas stemming from emotions. Sensations built on being worn, torn down, exhausted, revived, used, welcomed, nourished, betrayed by being turned on by it all, and ending up a clump of sweaty skin and limp muscles. 

-10/10/09, Austin