all I lust is a simple beauty.
There with the lonesome afternoon
beyond the fence
by the river.
I met you.
And the bucket of water that you placed down on the longing grasses.
The way you put your hair back
wiping the sweet dew on your neck.
With the sunburned hand
and the promise of complete solace.
Yearning for air
the seagull came from far sea
kissed the rocks of the mountains
fell like a naked turkey
Standing here counting the last of my breaths
I stare at you
the brilliant glance from those clear eyes.
Lifted the bucket and turned away
to walk along the path
shaded by trees of untold memories
to where I can’t see you
while lights and shadows were dancing along
stardust you’ve left behind…