“I’ll come again next week,” she said.
“Perhaps we’ll climb that hill behind your house”.
I acquiesced. It was the simplest way.
But all the time my heart was screaming;
Climbing hills was not the activity I had in mind.
It had been months since we had crossed the bridge
Between that simple first acquaintanceship
And the delightful promise of a close and intimate
Affiliation for which my body hungered.