Climbing into bed
An Evening Wind
Sets gossamer curtains dancing
Naked she pauses
Peering out the window
Towards an unseen sunset
Can she remember his face
Looking down at her
The last time they made love
Can she still feel his touch
Now that he is gone
Never to return
The Evening Wind
Is frozen in time
And inked shadows
Pulling sheets high
Once more He will visit her
When the Evening Wind dies
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