When Love Was New
Circles traced on bare skin
Breath on breath
Touches lightly
On my ear
Many days
The scenes change
You are there
Somewhere back
Beyond the choices
Never made
Sits the dream
That never grew
When newness
Was new
And newness
Was you
Still touches my soul
Bare and warm
Makes me face
The force of slow days
Waiting, pressing me
Into dreams
Too soon, too late
Moving beyond
Your touch
Not knowing why
Choosing to lie
To soul and flesh
December, 2012
RBR
