Tessellations

Tessellations

Lovely, oh yes, standing freshly drenched,

dripping warm water, wet on freckled skin

gift wrapped in only the smallest towel,

nearly knee length, interlocking patterns

falling forward, overtopping fine breasts

with so little covering most of the rest.

Beautiful woman I know so very intimately

of course, taller than me, but for all that

our spirits were level in grace; entwined

close and our minds sang in tessellations

before the fall, and in duets our smiles

shared sinful melodies under sunbeams.

Secret love, you’re quite here but slipping;

uncoalescing, flickering off vision, drifting

away on vapor sway of hot sauna steams.

Frowning at misty shadows that glisten,

blink, unsure if you can trust your sight,

shy smiling, come step forwards into light.

Beautiful and move me like heavy breathing,

stroke our damp towel, with fingers feeling

old heart linked contours bring soothing rains

writing our names in sand’s million grains

like these shapes drawn on your mirror now

in hope that you can glimpse me somehow.

Perfect statuesque, blind gazing right past

us, for true that’s all for everyone at last

where loving fun becomes one lost chance,

our band strikes up for one long last dance,

clinch in one pattern, locked in one waltz,

coupled step by step our one pas de deux.

Gorgeous blush frowning, brooding worry,

something has gone, searchlight memories

see figures dimming, impressions of steam

whirls, delicate mosaics swirling in dreams,

tongue-tipped tasted, remains unbound,

almost grasped stays noise without sound.

Beautiful, now you ghost walk right through

our two dancing phantoms, who once knew

how passionate the montage cross-faded

into a perfect finished cut, until time traded

love for disdain, bartered trust for treason,

showered snow across all warm reasons.

Fetching forms just out of focus, blurred,

as my voice screamed, it cannot be heard,

will never be, only unjigsaw puzzles remain

weak imprinting soft lines into softer skin,

where sunset falls on vanished emotions

sand tessellations are washed by oceans.