Time draws close for dispersal.

Coming summer there'll be no traces
of the faces beaming at the gate.

Eyes sparkling lips apart
breaking into one more dance
to be in the sunlight under sky.

Hugs and kisses fly in the wind
maybe one last embrace
for all time to come.

They'll see the world differently
and their paths will never meet,
most likely.

The most intimate will become strangers
before once more
they disperse at the gate.

I turn back with the weight of this memory.

for naǧí

you naǧí nudge my cheeks

with verbal finger stroking,
dumps down all around
but you find favor in some
madcap quick dashed scrip
coaxing muscle moving,
****** muscles returning to
an etched groove ready,
all in the shape of a decidedly
U
(a capitol you!)
when U

you naǧí nudge my cheeks

I know it's not your decision. But, thank you for coming into my dream last night. It was just enough.
I don't know if that's what i needed. To fill up this endless void. But i think it was decent. It was just enough.
I love you. But that's okay if only the image of you that loves me. At least a part of me thought. It was just enough.
I've defeated. By the slow long march of time. By the impatiency of the longing. It was just enough.
I've met you. In this hideous timing that doesn't even give a clue. It was just enough.

I know it was never your decision. But, thank you for visiting my dream last night. It was just enough.