His joy-filled smile: the afternoon sun
His gentle laugh: the lake’s waves
His attentive eyes: the evening breeze
My flitting thoughts: dragonfly over the water
He is genteel and genuine
I want to genuflect
I want to hold this time that has vanished in galleries of barely stifled laughter, irreverent intellectualism and bawdy beautiful
Yet even more I would hold him
Know the lines of lithe, lissome limbs –
Lips leaning in to learn lovers’ language
But it has only been (has it but only been?)
Sixteen hours
Psychoterrierpy 