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The night was hot like teapots
roasted
on an open fire
and we drank the heat under the stars
in the old 57
bel air convertible
while the storm rolled across the valley
and drenched us
to the bone
but neither did we fear
lightning bolts
or rain
because we both knew,
that one day we would die
and that was reason enough to continue
making love
and allow the whirling wind
to fill our souls with happiness
and smiles,
whenever we met thereafter
And at your sister's wedding
on the stone bench
in the garden
you said,
it was the best-est summer ever
of all summers
and there we were
at the edge of a dark forest
still
holding hands
smiling, like it was yesterday
Our souls consumed by ancient stars,
still lost
in the cavernous reach
of smiles
as the wedding guests stumbled away
in the warm August
light
of a waning crescent moon
The undaunted pleasure
of touch
and that exquisite look of charm
on your face
that always came, when starting over
that always made me kneel, and say amen
had come again
And as I rediscovered the magic secret
of your eyes
and traced your hips with roaring happiness
we took
a midnight swim
and the past and future clashed
against our chest
in the vastness of the lake
leaving room for nothing
but tears
and blissful August happiness
And I could see your breasts in the dusky light
of the moon
as we fell in love again
but this time, I made a promise
to god and the stars
and the dusky August moon
never to walk away
Because you're the balm of my life; the one true balm
and I'm no good
at living without you
and that's the gods honest truth
Because I'm happy to disappear
elegantly
inside of you,
with no recollection
of who I am
without you.
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