I’m lured again to that kiss on the afternoon we

felt sunlight transform us into minor gods

strewn sideways across a rough army blanket

Beauty was there and pure sky

and we knew we had some truth

I thought it was your laugh that seduced me

or a hint from the parting in your dress

hiding something I could never live without,

a shadow I must covet for myself and no other

The world’s in constant change but not

the certain look of your eyes wanting me

worse than I’d ever dared to make real

More than a kiss it was a whole afternoon,

more than an afternoon, all of youth,

more than the sound of youth, our voices

crying out for the pleasure to keep rising

and end the pain