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Tryst

 
 
 thick blanket covers my love
Soft and grey it slides across her as if pulled
By the sound of my breathing
In a sleepless dream our thoughts merge
With the sudden thrumming of a hummingbird
And we revel in our private search


Flowers I had brought her once
Now they bloom in sweet profusion
At her bedside where we lay them
Though not now I have been deep inside her
Drifting in her smooth embrace
Climbing at a steady pace
Bursting forth upon the place
Where first we met we two

And yet for now I must retreat
The moose are pawing at the dawn
To settle this nocturnal tryst
With the moon
The loon and
The hoot owl
 


Believe it or not the events in this poem happened exactly as described, standing lakeside in Vermont at 5 am, including being buzzed by a hummingbird in the fog.
 
© Chris Maier 2003