08/04/2025

Lady of Ladies, my keen heart-holder, 

I wonder if it might occur to you–

though thou art getting quite a bit older

and the tug of time on your mind be true–

do you remember those long ago days? 

The long-gone drives and happy placid calm

amid the warmth of cozy bedded haze,

your touch upon my touch, heart upon palm?

As Summer frozen itself like Winter, 

or the heavens pulling forth from the ground;

as a tree that gave itself a splinter,

or a trumpet that learned how to steal sound;

my eyes that can see, but do not see thee.

I remember you, do you remember me?