Tu Amo

like the song of the whale
through oceans of need
our glance
links us across time.

like the spring sun
thawing the winter chill
your smile
      melts my composure
      flickers nakedly through my eyes
      loosening the corners of my reserve.

Through a mist of desire
this brief moment
      words unspoken
      days apart
      nights dreamt.

06 April 1985