Windy Love.
Tossed about like a plastic bag in the city of wind
Love never ends but when does it begin
I wear my feelings for her like a medal on my heart
But cold lonely winters and humid anticipation summers manage
to keep us apart
Like a flag I’d hoist it atop the
With her desire the city’s streets I’d be billowing.
A timeless beauty she shatters hourglasses
Walk along the edge of her lake and drench myself in her
affectionate splashes.
Send her my heartfelt emotions held in the beaks of doves
Sweet Chicago girl full of windy love.
To the sounds of the El train and a street performer’s saxophone
I lay in torment infatuated and forlorn
I stand by the aquarium and stare at her in the skyline.
Hear her at jazz spots and hip hop joints in the bass line.
I see her glimpses in reflections in store windows.
Deceiving eyes or a whisper as the wind blows.
I’d take the beats of her city and with my own I would sync
I’d take the rhythm of our pulses and into one interlink
Can’t you see that together we fit like a hand in a glove
Sweet Chicago girl don’t make me wait for your windy love.
~Johnny~
Explanation....
For those of you who need it...sorry to disappoint you but this is not about any woman....I wish it was!!!...but sadly no...its about the city...if you know me then you should know how much I miss living in the city and how much I love Chicago...and that is what the poem reflects...Missing the city life and how much I yearn for it.
Peace and blessings,
Johnny.
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