dream in wind

When I look into you[r face]

the world that used to be

stands distinct from now  The wind is at my discretion 

I use it wisely, to surround

 us, shake you, draw

 you into me I trace a finger amongst 

Blades of grass

Palm trees married by hammock

Heart married by hand What kind of wind is this? 

You say I'm doing this. 

I look up in the sky, laughing 

Heart joins the sky, laughing