I fell in love with the nose that nuzzled near the nape of my neck,
her fingertips touched mine on Baggot Street bridge that night in May.
We walked with electricity between us.
I talked to myself about the way she spoke through lips I longed to lick.
You could say I was attracted to the ambiguity of her personality, the style with which she tickled my boxers.
I grew familiar with her nose.
The fingers lost their tips.
When the Sun came up, the electric light dimmed.
I got used to talking to her.
The summer sun sank below the mountains, below the plain, lost from sight.
The Fall moon peeped from behind clouds, drawing the tide, going and coming.
Every Night, Dawn, Morning, Day, Afternoon, Dusk, Evening,
every Cycle of Life.
she came to me, to the house of my youth, slipped into me with an ocean wave,
flickering, feasting, flowing.
I married her blue eyes,
and we all lived lively ever after.