Remember the cabin among the trees hidden like rabbits resting in nests of autumn leaves? By the window that looks out on the river there is a writer’s desk with printing ink and fresh flowers on the sill, froths of tenderness kissed by the sun.
Can you recall the warm days we shared among redwoods that spoke to us? The memory evokes such nostalgia for that ache, fierce with crushing devotion. I left a heart shaped basket of seeds in the arch of a tree for the birds to scatter. I will always remember you and the cabin by the river, the sultry nights I would dance for you, sheer layers floating to the herringbone floor.
In the mist of dreams the touch of your skin is tinder igniting a flare becoming a flame. Your eyes seek out the savage in me. Here we are still lovers and like starving animals we devour each other with weak bites never completely consuming one another.
I watched him stride down the boardwalk, sit down beside me to people watch pale tourists glowing in the sun. My eyes caught the light that shown through his lips and his elegant hands lifting and dropping like majestic birds. In the long shadows of dusk there are questions in need of soft answers, sunsets slipping down the horizon like hands over sun warmed thighs. He is a sweet breeze through a tropical garden but the sea is enough for me. It’s salty breeze lifting my chin.