Sometimes

Sometimes my blood is made of wine

Pumping dark red and full of life from

Sun soaked summers and

rain drenched

afternoons

 

Sometimes my muscles are made of liquid steel

When I am poised in kinetic concentration

Rolling miles through the crisp cold air

wheels grinding over

pavement

 

Sometimes my skin is made of taut spider silk

You whisper secrets through kisses on my skin

Sending rippled messages of affection from the

surface to my

core

 

And my heart, it is always made of wind

Blowing without boundary pushing further and

Farther out through the dark unknown

no definable edge

constantly growing

bigger