my 1st loop poem "knocking windows"

wind blowing in through the windows.
Windows knock, knock, knocking....
knocking sounds that are frightening, 
frightening and they're scaring,
scaring you and I. 
I feel your gentle grip tighten,
tighten intensely round mine thighs.
thighs and legs are trembling,
trembling from the noise.
noise from the wind that blows,
blows deep into our minds.
minds eye sees what you think you hear,
hear in the pitch black of night...
Night is when your imagination runs wild.
wild as fire.
fire would light up our world as we plunge deeper into darkness.
darkness till the dawn is here and our bad thoughts can canter and dissappear.