days with you
were like magic
from sad, bookworm days
shy, stumbling writing dark poetry
your house was a kingdom
of sorts like jumping into Bert’s chalk pictures
going on a jolly holiday
riding merry-go-round horses and winning a race
crossing your threshold
I was scooped up into dancing, laughing
bright colors
twirling, fun games where everybody won
you even tucked me in
at night with a face-full of kisses
your bright eyes
hands on my face in an ordination of beauty
love
that’s what it was unlimited, musical, a feast
a grab of the hand
into spontaneous dance a linking of arms dancing down the midway
you never hid
that there were demons lurkingin your heart too
but you chose me
as your partner for the dance of grace
we danced on rooftops
got dirt on our faces and giggled
but of course
though your heart was torn and it pained you to know
you had to leave
leaving me on a damp dark street with a torn kite
on the day
the wind changed.
