My Windy Friend

I Watch as the mountain breathes

Coughing up chunks of trees and dust

I smell its breath

And hear your call from the depths

You are singing, 

Sending a song through the trees.

Your voice scratches past a sea of brown and black on the way out

Becoming almost completely stuck on the violent edges of the rocky throat

But not quite.

Soon enough, your song reaches me 

I notice the way it moves,

Gliding across harnessed clouds.

I step forward and eat the hum of your vocal cords up

I taste your vowells 

Milky, sweet

And feel the crunch of your consonants between my teeth

As the moisture of my lips leaps from my eyes

Your voice takes those salty droplets of mine

To a new home

So now,

While there is more of you for me to taste 

There is less of me to taste it.

And I realize, 

It feels like it did last time

Crooked.

Slightly off to one side

But we both know

you can change that

Blow the beauty back,

Straighten things out a bit,

Or you can wrinkle it.

Make things worse

I guess I will never know which

At least not until I embrace you, 

My windy friend.