Originally published in The Evergreen Review Issue 105 in 2002.
I watched your soft fudge feet
and fresh dipped cherry toes dangle in the air.
They lisped to me tales of luxury
the earth, wind and fire in your kiss.
My love go if you must only leave
your smile to mend my heart
your kiss on lips to heal my spirit
your sweet voice to appease my soul.
Instead of an oak tree we carved
our names on a sandy beach
A wave washed them gently away
We are still there.
A swan cannot forget his wings
once he has flown and danced between clouds
I shall miss you and think of you
even dream of you.
Your skin so evenly ripe and our love
like gunpowder explodes in pure ecstasy.