The wind rouses dormant hormones, each gust
brings to mind the reveal beneath a breeze-
flipped skirt or open collar shirt. A glimpse;
bare flesh, a tease to whet the appetite.

She squirms in her chair, anxious to get out,
feel the fresh air on her face, lizard-lick
the air for a taste – opportunities,
and challenges, found in those around her.

Beyond ready to shed her winter skin,
she spreads wide her arms, captures the sunshine
and holds on tight, feels the energy build
until her need for release exceeds her.

Want and need wrestle inside, struggling
with restraint, before tossing it aside.

~
Siobhan
3/20/12

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