Encounter

Was it your hand made a sign

or something I did not expect

alerting, as sudden summer

or fleeting clouds with a golden glow

~

whose suggestion to meet, I ask,

my world traveler

to suddenly feel

swept off my feet

that was scalding and scary

in a cold and dark place.

~

You came with a book, I gave you mine

in exchange for a kiss.

The green grass later

looked slightly greener, the blue sky

bluer, the sun

felt hotter.

~

Oh love, there is no blame, only

daisy chains between you and me,

falling blossoms of memories,

the lost moments behind us

gathered in a sweet chrism

anointing the wounds.

Yes we have learned about pain,

buried the dead, cried in the dark,

and slept with the lights on

to keep the monsters at bay.

You never stopped washing yourself

clean, clean, clean

and I scrubbed my heart till it bled.

~

Now, finally,

things are unfolding, buds open up,

spring seeks out summer

ahead and we learn

speaking again

all those whispering words...