On a contrail of stars,
Her stride light as Grand Jeté,
This tiny woman passes with
Enough power to knock
My two-meter frame down
To
The
Ground
With her smiling eyes –
We walk the
Southern Shores
Of Time
A pas de deux of innocence:
We, self-portraits of youth,
Reflections-of-reflection
Pulling at the
Edges of this
Seaboard
And each other
Like a hidden string
Embedded
In the sand
Along the barre of
Reminiscence/Instance /Vision,
Ever-enhanced,
Morning-Shaped for
Luscious Discovery
As ocean currents of
Our Azure romance,
Finally finds us
[Embraced]
In love’s arabesque.
– For Wendy
© K. James Ribble