Wind’s Touch

Fingers sluggish, blue with cold, swimming in
the icy pool, little electric explosions on my
skin as the sun’s heat warms my frozen
body, the wind sighing then rushing and
sweeping, laden with secrets and
passionate dreams

The wind’s touch is delicious, the soft caresses
of sun and wind are fulfilling, diving back into
the water to gasp for breath as the cold ex-
plodes against my body, I feel invigorated,
alive, sensuous, rapturous and
filled with delight