We were strangers by the pool
there was summer on your skin
I lay low, opened my whole body
in the hope that you would find me
Then taking it the distance
from the shore raised to the sky
there were many sailors scheming
on the bending of your knee
There’s a bridge in your dreams
as it recedes behind a fog
you wonder what it means…
Even naked, your body was a silken gown
as you scurried across the room
I brought you this glass paper
an outcrop of shattered slate
Upon your hip some childhood scar
the very first place I aim my dirty lips
the innocence in your womanly eyes
meets my age but not my weariness
There’s a bridge in your dreams
and you wonder what it means…
I taught you all the things I knew
about the moves I needed from you
you later said my expertise was nothing but a trick
with a flick of the wrist I’d left another scar on you
And, waking, we melted one final time
before I drew from the bed
you briefly begged me to stay
then turned around and slept
And I know when I go
you’ll find a honest barer
of the tenderness you’re owed
the goodness, the reality
I wonder what I brought you
and I wonder what I took
you were the silk that moved beneath me
you were the sweetest laughter
For now, I dare not tell you
as I cross that bridge
vanish into the thickening fog
slip from your life
Strangers, then
strangers again…
[2018]
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