All of the minutes spent at home
in the round hearth of your arms

The pounding of your red-hot life force
as comforting as the jet-like sound

of the trailer-house furnace of my youth.
I close my eyes and

laughter like a memory of a dream
Dances behind my eyelids

It flashes deep and electric blue
shot thru with bursts of

Yellow and orange and red
thoughts of what was

What we were
chase each other back and forth and ’round and ’round

Across my mind …
like children released to a summer afternoon

in the bosom of their neighborhood,
safe within the boundaries

of perceived freedom.
And in that place that knows you,

Knows us …
I miss you.