soaked and splendid

Once in the morning

a kiss on my neck, warm breath

in my ear(--)she pleads for love(--)

and a night that might have been so much more

exceeds my dreams within this dream.

Once in a vision

Mother spoke of things,

I cannot forgive, moments long gone

that cling to the hems of my soul

and in her smile- an absolution-

a prayer that need no longer be.

In bright sun on the beach

the sand has a taste, a color

like my Lover’s skin, a love

I would not know until long after

sun, sand and salt air were forgotten;

such passionate moments for something

I cannot recall, yet they come

whenever I am near love, when

scents in air seem to come

from a distant place, like deep river eyes

and flower-petal curl of lips.

Then a pour of love
leaves me soaked and splendid;

happy as I can be

for a reason I have no need to further resolve…
my suspended self so, so satisfied.