Met by a lake near the sun

Your mouth and eyes, arms

And legs, melted as tought

We'd know each other well

And needed only rekindle

Warmth of the familiar.

As if patience were rewarder

And now we'd share everything.

After the flower bath

Petals caught ir air,

On the drain cover.

He misses her.

Corsage saver,

Keeper

of children's artwork, whose blue- Holed flesh

Is used to parting with sacrifices

To boy's trials,

And men's desires

And wonders now

What there was

To be afraid of