we are not lovers, we are not romantics, we are here to save you
I feel like walking outside wearing nothing to keep me warm but an oversized orange hat that I no longer possess. I feel like daring the wind to whip my hair flirtatiously around my face. I feel like jumping into the sole care of the breeze and having my meager one hundred pounds be carried away by a cold emotionless gust, feeling his tempting touch tickle the few square inches of skin bare around my midriff. I feel like contemplating as I rise higher and higher into the air what is going to happen to my fragile body when the wind is finished with me and I plummet the hundreds of feet to the solid ground. I feel like abandoning myself to his whim and allowing the cold of his upper atmosphere to turn my cheeks pink with windburn. I feel like kissing his fair fickle cheek goodbye and simply dropping spreadeagled to the rockhard embrace of the earth. I feel like falling from ecstacy tonight.