By Ria
Date: 3 December 1998

In the Wind

So maybe
  I'm not quite
  	over you yet.

Over your 
  searching eyes
   and your soft lips,
     fingers dewy 
   with sweetness
  you so often
 raised to my mouth
to taste.

Maybe I still
  need you
    with the same 
		passion
	I had before,
a passion I thought
	was extinguished
	  by other's kisses.	 

Maybe 
  the moon
	is playing tricks
		on me,
  tempting me
	with the scent
	  of your skin,
	your voice
      whispering my name
	     in the wind.