the wind’s in my ears
and it’s all that i hear
now the voice of love
has departed.

swoooooooooshing white
                fressshhhly venting
                      sussurant, sustaining
                                    soft whistling
                                        sea breezing
                                               zephyr

its incessant near-sensuous suspiration
supplants the sweet nothings of yesterday.

some say you can find the ocean
held hostage
in a conch’s murmur.

yet it is
in the wind’s whisper
i now find you
unheld.