I still feel that sense
of rapture.
Somehow all this
loss and longing
is outweighed by the
joy
of having met you.

It slipped my mind what year it was:
A time where rains slashed relentlessly
Against sliding glass windows.

I was in it, in that room,
Whoever it belonged to;
Amazement at a familiar site
That two lovers had once occupied
To escape the world, their everywhere--
As the rain poured, in and through
The stirring of memory from long ago

Beside the window, a table
A video camera playing
What I had watched from long ago
Made by someone, I couldn't name who
Perhaps I had forgotten.

Little papers stuck against the glass
Being battered by the rain
And in that dream, something finally awakened
That things I had chosen to leave to long ago:

The beating, love, the memory
Intoxication and the naked man
Imagined creatures we had made;
Making love beside a teddy bear

I remember, Lord help me, I remember.

This was your room from long ago.
You left it to me when you left for Australia.

Every once in a while
we  chance   upon  a
s  n  o  w   f  l  a  k  e
in this tropical  land.
We see it  as our little
t   r   e   a   s   u   r   e
even   long   after   it
melts.