Touching is believing.

Bailé con el Viento.
And my heart sounded
Like the first taste of freedom
After a long imprisonment.

The caressing blanket of Darkness
Closed around us.

    I wasn’t really dancing
    With el Viento.

        But he and Darkness were watching.

I know they were,
Because they wrapped around me
As I watched mi amante
Wrap his arms around an otra muchacha.

So I danced in los brazos del Viento, instead.

Close enough to taunt el traidor de mi amor.

Close enough for the scent
Of my tears to
Intoxicate the wind.