Your diaphanous neglige, wrinkled, wadded in your purse
like your intentions.
My sycophantish responses kept latent as well.
We both know what we want but won't bring it to light
Cat howls at the open door
Dog meows at the full moon
Human roars upon command
The writer declines a gin martini
I missed your call
you missed my cues
By now we should be old lovers
instead we are young and fresh;
and her red breast
seranade the warm weather
as the waters gently reprimand
The budding of spring is covered
by a thin layer of goose down. This is the marking
of a new life.
The old one passed away with the fall memories.
A New Beginning.
The spring has come to us like a well kept promise
you and I travel south
to the wind whipped
clay floored deserts of Southern Utah