greek god of the north wind

i want a lover as strong as this wind

lin   nearly blown off her feet

says as we cross the golden gate bridge afoot

beware of timidity   i say

then say again

the wind making it hard to hear

beware of incuriosity   she says

raising an imaginary glass of champagne 

halfway across the bridge i say   people jumped here

before they netted the thing 

are you tempted   she asks   

not today   i say

it's a cold four miles across and back   afterward

we find a bar and shop   

i mean prowl   window-shopping for me   

the real deal for her

hair the color of flame wants dousing

a warm body   a cool cat   

she writes on a napkin   timid need not apply 

                                     incurious   "       "       "

jabs it onto the dart board

`