Forbidden

He took me where I found me, first,
Where the wind told me my name
And I told it his, scorning
That either us betray.

Yet, it wrapped itself in my hair,
Thin ribbons binding severe
As any broken goddess could say.

It brushed me hard in torn pastel,
And he, in lavish nesting, thread
Hidden in the open breeze-
Sheer, pulled layers a beautiful sin.

There we were, years later,
Cloud after cloud had gone,
Tearful, wreaking stains breaking
Only ghosts from the shadows.