You are the Wind

i feel the bitter cold wind whip against my right exposed cheek and ear and i think that the wind is you.
you are no more subtle.
you are no less harsh.
you might be nothing more than a nuisance,
so why do i love you?
and if you don't stop hurting me,
am i going to leave?

i feel the bitter cold wind,
and i think you could warm me up.
with a soft palm to caress my cheek...
your rough fingertips grabbing onto the tip of my ear
where it points like an elf's and has never been pierced.

you are so beautiful in the sunlight,
maybe not so much on this cold freezing night
with the wind whipping around my hair
and i'm too resigned to fight it.
but god does it feel so good
to feel this
tonight.