To Jeff

Our leisurely kisses at Lakeside 370
with warm streams of glorious spring-time afternoon light
cascading on your coal-black hair
and down onto my arms linked
behind your neck

felt just like
heaven
without promises to keep
or hard feelings.

We swayed along
we were trees with shallow roots
as the persistent breeze pushed through
heavy with
hesitation
and the buildup of words
unspoken.

I stood on tip toes to match your height
and you held me close
until daylight withered thin

but encouraged
distance
between

And we had to leave
That pleasant harmony
of you and me



but no us

and follow where life would lead


Separate



yet

Somehowattached
Until next time