Nineteen in '72

Sea-Bright Jersey midnight ocean

bodies running mascara salting

my cellist fingers finding your note

the small of your back l'Arc de Triomphe

 

Do you remember that summer solstice

far far away from the madding crowded

envious bar in that cloud-stained joint

high school undertow tugging shadows

 

A name never asked but what's in a name

more sweet girl than either imagined

memory epiphany joy and regret

to be so young once more in your eyes

 

Something unspoken some thing not offered

but given taken not given withheld

too soon we surrendered shining immortals

these days these winters I cuddle your light