Like his windy kiss / Yair Hoenig

“Good-Bye” he said to her,
With his last breath, he died.
The wind noticed in him,
“Inanimate”
She thought.

He missed her
And she cried,
She cried only for a sparkled monument.

Then, A solace wind
Touched her frailty
He made love to her, the wind,
He bought all her longings
To be flawless.

She cried,
Therefore,
Her face was windy and cold,
As his breath-full kiss
Winded her.

The sparkled cry last only
An instant,
She would remember
His life as he was,
Happy
And tranquil,
Like his windy kiss.