kill me with this laugh

and the simple truth of a hand upon the strings
of my heart
of my blouse
a knock upon my door

the first moment of you
was the moment of knowledge,
you - the tree
myself - the wind
and i assumed like anyone would that i could move through you without guilt
without the impact of time

a simple phrase
a breeze
nothing so permanent as love

did i trip
did i fail
carve my name upon the sand?

no, My Love
it was the light
a fool
a gesture
my hand on your neck
your lips at my navel
let the waves come
a conquering mist

let me call your name