Beams

July 20, 2005

what I miss most of all
are those times in that
underbrush with you

those rocks.
that September mist
            together under
that sunlight playing
with those autumn leaves

            it was there that I found
god in your wake
I felt your heat against mine
            For the first time

beautiful things
beautiful you

our hands so young and pure
that sweater of yours

that’s right
I cut my foot that
    one time, didn’t i?

beautiful blood
beautiful us

in me is where we dance
in you is where we last
holding us dear