wind

In the north country you were a fierce lover an avenging angel a harpy sensing vulnerability finding soft places of exposure unsheathing sharp claws tearing at me shredding face and hands thrust up in protection the clothes that I wore relentless driving me home to cower by the fire in languid southern climes you assumed the cloak of civility playfully teasing softly caressing tousling my hair casting light into the darkness assuring me all is well rest easy and goodnight but I sometimes wonder comes that dark will your true self re-emerge to terrorize once again