Monday, July 09, 2007

The Price we pay.

When we together but separate
walk friendly footsteps on alien sands,
The half moon melts
it’s fledgling silver romance on hazy ripples
unsure if the water is ready for a tide
giving form to our dither...

When your stride becomes urchin
and smiles turn to giggles
the wine unleashes my warm
seductive caresses
surreptitiously on your cheeks
in ardent crimson blotches of my veiled desire...

When I walk away from you
Without a kiss or a cue
the clock tower measures in two swift chimes
what we’ve lost in miles and years
and the river is jade
with my envy for
the scarlet sunset that will
cradle you every evening...