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.
