March 31, 2004
Words of Return
It was all so familiar, I can't remember
which words I greeted you with when
you returned. I don't remember you
coming back, my first gesture of touch,
whether your presence had bathed me
incessantly, or as never before.
Like a cat in the sun, I know neither ---
but rapture, it's familiar.
Posted by delire at March 31, 2004 09:56 AM