An afternoon of love

What makes a simple thing look so grand?

Maybe the shining sun, or the clouds' play;

or the two things summoned in your darkened eyes?

Maybe your feet trail left on

the shoreline sand, the slow wind

of words whispered in your ear

while staring at the ebbing tide?

Or the two things joined together with a smile

like the thirsty skin of our melting hands?

 

Under the flock of seagulls joyfully laughing

I felt you.

After the long bike ride within the woods

I kissed you.

Behind a curtain of dancing pines and late-spring flowers

I loved you.

Our primal need

an iron ring; our union

two fresh new ivy leaves on a desireful tender branch.

Done