Your lips upon desire and
Wind through your hair,
Then we went up
Into the mountains
And just the wind
Was behind us.

There was an afternoon
With muggy spaces,
Crimson butterflies,
Tall grasses, and
The silence of
Transparent spring leaves.

The sun was upon
The whites of your teeth
When you laughed,
Shook you hair,
And held the warmth
Between your lips.

There was a wonder
In your voice when
The evening was invaded
With the wild cries
Of babblers
Beyond the margosa tree.

Our hands were
Upon the skin of youth
Supple as the
Eagle circling upon the wind,
Vicious and passionate
In their fluent ways!

It was a long time before
It grew dark,
Before the earth
Stopped breathing,
Before there were
No words worth remembering

 © Mukesh Williams

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