remembrance

tonight,
I was walking
with the wind
against my intrepid form,
flaps of pores
on grimy skin
earnest and open
to the smell of wind,
who sang his ancient song
of love -
'pain is not resistance',
he hummed softly,
'pain is but a remembrance
of what it feels like
to hear this song,
this call,
as I seduce you
to walk back home -
to be wild,
free,
alive,
human.