Song of an Affair

Lying inside the brazen shine of sun
head resting at the root of our favorite maple
feet crossed and waving under the clouds.

Argue the scent of new denim on warm days.

Shiny gold locks spill into the grass
and the driftwood fence will have no part of it.

When she didn’t look back
I forgot which way was up
then rested beside the tulips
for God knows how long.

We would gather beneath trees
to laugh at sensibility
play alchemist with our friendship
melting lust into love.

She rested her temple on my forearm
heavy with the life she had already created.
I whispered with certainty that
fear is merely a picture in the locket you wear beneath your sweater.

We bid a fond goodbye to the sunlit grass and trees
that played host to our love.
The summer moon whisked us into the dusk
serenaded by the orchards evening orchestra.

Written beneath each stone and on every leaf left to fall
is the memory of each day spent beneath the heavens.
Recorded deep within time’s heart
read only by the souls of us who remember.