Poetry by Tim Windisch

Woman


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Woman

Tell me I’m a patient man, and

we will make a vacation plan

Pleasant thoughts to marinate

waiting on promised satiation

Still my petals face the sun,

ready for raindrops they get none

To frolic freely in the

rolling hills of blooming flowers babe so fun

A lonely stem withers and

drops, a bloom struggles to open and flops

Open your skies on me and

pour your loving feelings on my slow dying crops

Hold me against your chest, I

am yours for life forever at your behest

The singular passion that

pervades my dreams is the one I love the best

Woman! Oh! Woman come hug

away, everything ugly that stood in our way

Woman! Oh! Woman trumpets

will blare, clouds part as the sun lights the day

Tell me you’re really trying;

you are not tiring of my frowning and sighing

As if wings sprouted twixt my

shoulder blades, babe you know I’d be flying

Had I actually sprouted those

wings, I’d probably fly into a few trees and things

But once I got it straight I

would lift us high above and share the freedom it brings

Go directly to any destinations;

no highways, airports or Amtrak stations

Miles of open air, beautiful

scenery everywhere life void of complications

Alas I have no wings only

desire, of letting you know that I do I shall never tire

In a monsoon drenched in a

heavy downpour your image would still light my fire

Woman! Oh! Woman come hug

away, everything ugly that stood in our way

Woman! Oh! Woman trumpets

will blare, clouds part as the sun lights the day

And what a day, what a lifetime

of sunshine and laughter

Woman come hold me, let’s fly

high together ever after

Tim Windisch

10/06/2023

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