Promenade

Such an explosion: long overdue; and we cuddled; and we

Laughed; and shared secrets: Is this love? But something

Haunts: a torrent thought; and something moved; a subtle

Spirit. I glanced the shoreline, and pondered grey: it moves

The violet: a purple mind. She was nearly balanced; and

Thus, slightly imbalanced. So many violent waves; and

God was preaching. We spoke in brief: I argued the tutelage

Of faith: she nodded with grace: even concentration. But

Ours was partial: not a spark alive; and God was preaching:

A life of growth: an outreach of flame. Something moved

A feeling: a daughter’s thought: a friend’s woe. I’m such

A dreamer: a house of thoughts: a box of books; and velvet

Eyes—haunt the soul; and solemn tears—cut the heart; and

Only love: a given love.