I realized

June had never been
just a month

music...
never just a tremble
on my lips

warmth was never
merely a blanket.

leave me a smile
just warm enough...
to spend a million
golden afternoons in.

Give me
a moon-blanket night
to keep me warm

a long-gone smile
to comfort me

a pair of rain-blue eyes
to haunt me

a simple soul
...to love me.

and the afterglow...
of your gaze...is the only
sweater that I need.

our feet
are grape-squashed in memories

our skins are still flushed
from the touch
of summer’s lips.

tell me
of something fiercer
than the love with which
i gaze upon you

of something softer
than the tenderness
with which i hold you.