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