At first you
Were the espresso
Hot slightly bitter
Smooth and small
Now years later
We’ve outgrown that
Now we’re a
Concoction of things
Some silky some
Steamy a dollop
Of this that
Now hangs on
Lips causing laughter
We are now
Our little lattes
Sprinkled with the
Spice we are
When I write
Words take my
Hands and pull
Me to the
Dance floor they
Spin me and
Dip they tease
Me with the
Harmonies of their
Melodies they whisper
Into my ear
I’m all yours
My love let
Us waltz and
Samba and be
Together right here
Gleefully exhausted I
Slump and begin
To do this
Now to you
Outside my window
I spy tiny
Glass ornaments hanging
Off of leaves
They mirror and
Magnify in little
Ways things around
Them and if
I listen closely
I can hear
Them scream weeeeee
As the fall
And bounce to
The floor below
And I remember
That night in
The tent made
Of blankets and
Sheets we were
Explorers in the
Jungles off borabora
We pretended then
Creating lions tigers
And creepy crawling
Things with hands
And fingers and
Flashlights eating beans
And hot dogs
Just as sleep
Took hold I
Felt your fingers
Poke and tickle
Making me squeal
It’s like that
This morning many
Many years later
Us still adventurers
And yet again
I am that
Bear the boy
Outgrew the bike
The girl forgot
The letter unopened
And the ornaments
Stowed in attic
I’m the deserted
Baseball field the
Empty beach the
Quiet carnival and
The vacant bigtop
I am alone
Once being something
Now quite another
