I would whisper the wind 

to tangle your locks  

to tease your hair into a web  

that entraps my thoughts 

that entraps my  spoken wishes.  

 

Let your hair be a  tapestry 

of my words  

words traced as your  mouth 

is traced  

while I whisper 

those demands of you  

 

I will lure your smile 

with those fingered words  

and let the Monsoon winds  

whisper them back to me.

 

After your leaving

I will finger the hem

of your gown

and place my smile's cheek

against your memory.

         ..............(Dedicated to a woman far away...)

 

Words and images Tommy Carroll