Affinity
It was the season of wilderness!
The winds summoned my presence in misty feathered echoes.
I arrived a little lost, wide eyed and vacant,
with his name written on my lips.
Rain washed it away, its onslaught invasive and endless,
leaving them raw and ruddy.
His absence was a wound in my mouth,
blood on the tongue.
I held on to its taste for a ridiculously long time,
softly singing to a hollow void,
engulfed in its omnisience.