Zephyr’s vast passion is like no other
its gentle power waking the senses
inspiring graceful Mnemosyne, her
every view turning to art intense as
his constant breath on her body, blowing
warmth over her pores, his arms caressing
her, his gentle-breeze hands combing glowing
ebony hair, its soft tresses possessing
magic and mystery, recalling his
mission to bless. He will shield her pale frame
from eastern storms, lie with her in bliss, kiss
her closed eyes, soft lips, whispering her name
with poet’s voice, repeating tenderly
his choice: Mnemosyne…Mnemosyne…
Roger Armbrust
March 19, 2013
