WIND SATYR
we were young, out on shore
in the starry silence, my
beloved parchment moon hanging
like a sigh, and we
watched the sea whip and sing
the whole night filled
with silvery leaps
from the waves and buoys like
sentinels weeping
little conch shells in
the sand guarded the gypsies
of the water, keeping
their pleasure erect, and we
almost heard bells or
so we thought
on the tall sea wall
the virile wind pursued us with
his breathing, burning
sword, and then the sea
darkened and roared, bells
gone now, and we turned
pale in the night
at how fast he came, this
wind satyr of low-born
stars with his sharp
and glistening tongue, laughing
at our alarm
we found a stone shelter
and knelt down inside, pulling
J Daniels from our bag
for a calming swig
and listened to
the furious wind gnashing
the slate roof tiles, shivered,
drew our coats tight around us
and breathed in
the life-giving scare,
made terrorized love
till dawn
–Jo 2008
