Spring 2013

Spring 2013

There is honeysuckle
and jasmine
flowering near my door.

In dawns' quiet first flush
and in the final red glow of cooling twilight
their scent mingles
singing softly of you.
I remember...

My lips pressed on your salty skin
your own bittersweet taste playing on my tongue
the flash of your gray eyes
against a vast dark dome of summer stars.
I remember...

Through the ache of your loss
vibrating deep in my bones
as old as life
and as sharp as the moment
I remember...

We have drifted so far apart
across sinuous full flowing rivers of time
across rocky wastelands of hours and grief
desolate and silent, haunting in the afterglow
with each echoing footstep
I remember...

In the dusty haze of late afternoon
when the shadows of the light through the leaves
fall and play across the deep verdant grass,
I remember...

When the drumbeat rain
taps the bowing trees in staccato rhythm
I remember...

It seems a poor thing now,
for once I held the lingering kiss of your sultry tears
falling in the pulse of our breathless love down your soft cheeks.
I remember...

That eyes and hands that once held yours
now hold only ghosts,
sometimes soft, almost gone;
sometimes as hard and stinging
as the air of December
when the Yuletide has gone
and the new year not yet come.

Yet even then
in that swirling white air
the cinnamon breath of your deep kiss
calls me back.
I remember...

Until I complete
this weary and solitary walk
across a dry world deeply cut with beauty and pain.

Until my eyes once more drink you in
like cool spring rain on my parched heart.

Until once more I reach for you
and our fingers interlace in soft accord
I remember....