You picked me up like the breeze
Does the dried leaf on a tree
Rushed headlong with me
Wild, heedless and free

You whirled me around in the breeze
Of your love until reality’s gravity
Overcame you and me
And I found we could not be

You held me up in the breeze
Long as you could possibly
But the inevitable, evitable inanevitable
Pull of fate would not let you stay

You were my only one-the breeze
And now some love me with great gusts of lust
Or the slow trickle of those that love for they must
Yet for just,
A moment in your happy swirl
I’d give all the world…

© kevin gachuma