Zephyr

I am that zephyr 

That opens 

The window 

Of your boudoir, 

I am that 

Romantic zephyr 

That enters 

Your boudoir 

Without taking your permission. 

Closing the door of the window, 

I reach you 

To ruffle your hair. 

Breathing your aroma, 

I touch 

Your rosy contour 

With all love. 

As you fumble, 

I buss your lips and veer.

Shutting the door, 

I vanish, 

Shutting the door, 

I vanish with a swell heart 

And profound breath.