Puppy Love

The moon is rising;
Air is fresh and cold,
Two small creatures sit and stare;
Bodies tremble, Cheeks burn,
Lips quiver,
Eyes flicker out of socket:melting,
rigid pattern of nerves
Of two lives.

The salt of childhood
Praying for the power of mind.
Done in one short breath,
He steals from her a kiss.
Her spirit steams to vapor.
Childhoods are put away;
The clock drops his arms.

Going Back to the Crib

I remember you and I
Walking hand in hand
In earnest talk
Trying to imagine
What the world was trying to be.
The man I would become;
The woman you would bloom;
Wishing things to come too soon
I would mumble shy words of love.

Children preserved in youth
Frozen deep in memory,
I feel the spriteness of time,
The ache of age,
The tingle of your touch,
We're almost old enough
To feel nothing.