וּרְעוּת רוּחַ

BY DR. AGONSON

Recline and let the evening air pursue its whimsied circuit,
and let your dress here flutter in the breeze for my delight.
The heat of day is banished now, your shivers thrill my hungry soul,
and I would be the wind which presses you and lifts that dainty skirt,
which shows your rising breasts—their form—under that chaste and lovely blouse.

Oh were it but my hands now playing with your long and flowing hair,
my lips that passed your body o’er—my flesh and not the wind which plays—
Oh were my liberties as free as thoughtless air that I might know
what here this elfish spirit ignorantly knows; that you would know,
would breathe me in as like the air, would let me fill you full of life.

Recline and let the shadows stretch. I see you shivering with cold.
I see you’re cold and long to be the warmth that makes of chills delights.