Recollection of the evening

I remember you as you were a tree
Growing unabashed at my doorstep
Your limbs were reaching high
Observing my naked, swollen lips
Through open shutters of my window

I remember you as you were still there
Waiting in a cold light of electric lamps
Half-bathed in a shadows of passers-by
And a hand stretched out with greeting

I remember you as you were mine
Stuck in a shelter of my wanting hands
Marking wine glass with trace of your lips
Holding your tremble until the last glance

So I stood there

Speechless

Overwhelmed

Naked

Watching at white bird of your heart
That rose up above our warm bodies
And with remarkable lightness of being
It ruminated last crumbles from our table