A Memory
A memory as she crosses the street...
under heavy wool blankets in a
small mountain cabin teasing
with her breasts ‘just try to say
no to these - and to this’ as
she lowers her lips and chill
midwinter drafts couldn’t touch
the fire of our long embrace
Her stride is still long
vibrant and confident
I call her name, she stops
we could hug and talk
and then...
cars honking
We could walk
each
our own way...
and yet...
Our stride is long
vibrant and confident
as we move toward us
as we safely cross
As traffic begins
moving again.