under the cypress tree
7 july 2007

I cannot gather any thoughts;I'm not
coherent stand close
(too close by far)to dark, clear eyes
are warm(again, too warm by far).I see
your smile,so knowing&so sensual.
My blood is rushing swiftI can't
do anything but fall more deeply in

&underneath the cypress tree,I break
all promises I ever thought to make.
I know I won't regret this time around.