I met you under the lead-studded skies
Under the hip and moan of the wind
Embracing tarmac of abandoned haste
And memories mingling with dust ablaze.
Leaves whispered fallacies above our heated heads,
Above the swelling of parched tongues,
Above the shepherds of lightheaded spring
And riddles ushered in the April rain.
Pearls turned to dunes in endless rhapsody
Against the ticklish beaches, hot erring of my skin
Against the sun and scent, intoxicating,
Of ripened flesh and tardy holiday-making.
Shells crushed beneath our toes to moon splinters,
Fetching their way across the weeded sky, stretching
Into one closing blindfold kiss.