The wind’s caress across my cheek so soft,
Inhale the sweetest kiss and flicking tongue;
This breeze has danced into my heart and lungs,
This pull upon my hands holds me aloft.

One touch upon my neck brings gasping shock,
As freezing gale my burning flesh doth feel;
A bolt of lighting in my skin, as real
As my hands combing through these blowing locks.

Embraced so firm, I marvel this be sky,
For I was no so well-held by the earth.
These lashing gusts that rip my skin are worth
So much to me that I forget… I die.

I ache each time I feel those lips so fair.
I could in nowise breathe without my air.

– Joseph Aldridge