Nothing but Wind

I'd like no I'd love
To be a mistress for a day
To be wanted, then ushered discreetly away
To be needed, not needfull, an hour forgets
It only requires quietly getting undressed
But I've got no taste for love held by a pin
To always be happy waiting for nothing but wind

I'd like no I'd love
To be a forest tonight
Ageless, erotic, a good place to die
Bending no fences to guard my frontier
Pissing on moss marks the end of the year
But I'm not much for parties or these fuckers with saws in their hands
To always be happy waiting for nothing but wind

I'd like no I'd love
To have a writer's career
Topping your insults and growing my beard
Giving love on my own fabulous terms
Addressing the dead without waiting my turn
But I'm not much for books and with you I don't know where to begin
To always be happy waiting for nothing but wind
I'll always be happy here waiting for nothing