If

My heart is like the wind

Whence the wind blew, the lotus inside broke out, outside coiled in again, round my heart twined your wind

The wind goes whither, if it be my lot, to want to annihilate the pettiest remark, then – as a Dr might – I’ll work

With it, if I changed, wind changed, blew together again, hips swaying, better than the real thing me, if

In my coil extends, round about, round me twined, wind thru flowers, touching their white hearts together,

Like fingers in mystery fumbling in the dark, so shake my part to you, bend your whims direction, this way that,

Not yet in tune, my windy heart blows (near) the hibiscus flower (where) will I find you wither, on the wind?