I feel the wind like the hand of a lover

A contemporary poem by E.B. Johnson.

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i feel the way it tucks and caresses in all the 
places that it should and shouldn’t be.

i feel the way it turns me over, turns me out
into the glorious foibles of nature; a little bit
more incomplete than the last time.

did you imagine the way it sunk in? the way
it would be when things couldn’t be any less
thankful than the…