JUNE BLISS: DAY 23 POET WILLY WRITES, TO REPENT AND TO WEEP

Sometimes I almost forget the way you used to look at me when I was looking back at you..both pretending...

A crystal gleam, a ruby blush,
The waiting wine, a gentle hush.
Anticipation, rich and deep...

Sunlight strokes the fresh-hued wall,
Where art and verse enthrall.
Each painted...