Rough seas in the morning
whitecaps litter all distances
the space
between sunrise and starlight
the space
between you and I

I reach for you....

Does my voice touch
what my hands
cannot?
What only stars can
see?
Missing me
where did you go
when we stopped talking
that June morning,
silence,
the dark sentinel
erasing your existence?

You came into my life with grace, the way sunlight breaks through the clouds on a winter afternoon.
The way the ocean meets the sand.

Fed on laughter and kisses, we grew fat on each other's love. How ever did I come to find you? Through passion? Through kindness? Both?

I keep imagining your happiness at the thought of me, at the scent of me, the lingering memory of my lingering touch, the kisses that fell...

I keep imagining how sad you must be, how nothing fits the way we once did, how thin and pale you've become since I've been gone, starving
lingering.

Yesterday you were here
bolt of sunlight and music
happy summer smell of you
music of your laughter
the silver-white ribbon
of time stretching out
before us....

Today there is rain in the air
the smell of newness and of earth
the feeling of hello and goodbye
the way it always feels in spring
the way it always feels between us

Islamorada is beautiful in April
The wind always in the palms
Calls of native birds
wake me to thoughts of you

Calls of native birds
Wind in the palms
You, sleeping breathing
beside me
the wealth of you in my arms