halfmoon beach

i do not dread the time
when we call this time
"that time" and laugh and do not kiss
(or do) and do not touch (or
do); we
do not need to listen
for the sound of
a rock dropped in a pond
many years ago
that scared away all the trout
and pressed us closer
your flesh the only flesh
i truly wanted (desired,
adored) your arms (legs, soul)
wrapped gently around my (arms, legs, ribs)
soul -
we are not so foolish as to
wrap ourselves in any direction now
but up, warmed by embers
that will neither flame
nor fade.