with an elegant touch of cautious delicacy

[This is my first poem after an unfortunately long drought. Hopefully I've managed to retain something of note since then. Anyway, this free-verse love poem (of sorts) is the result of my trying to translate some very ugly thoughts into something more attractive and more real. I hope you enjoy.]

"The Rubicon Sequence"

(formerly "Dustswept")

by Siesta Lingo

Eyes closed,

I rest,

Legs crossed in front of me.

I lean back against the rough cold of this wall

At the spot where we made history

Many a day

By refusing to listen

To anyone, anything

But the whisper of the wind as it rustled our garments

And the soft flow of your voice in my ear:

A symphony of comforting words,

The therapeutic rhythms of what some might call love.

I set my hand upon the dustswept ground we've come to trust,

Open it,

Palm up, inviting.

I feel

Your fingers dare to tickle mine,

Grab on,

Interlock, entwine

The secrets of the universe.

The cool warmth of

The keys to your heart

Sends shivers up my arms;

I blame the wind.

You squeeze,

Clasp gently,

Firmly delve,

Silent, reaching toward my soul;

Release.

I reach around your frame,

Wordlessly encircle

The body of my thoughts

With an elegant touch of cautious delicacy.

Slowly, I relax my muscles;

Gravity

Guides me to your warmth again,

Shivers down my spine again,

Leads me to the token of my dreams.

I feel

The urge to demonstrate repressed desire;

I fear

You may not return,

With any well-intended measure of gusto,

This favour,

In spirit,

To me.

I feel

You lean;

I venture

To open up the windows

To my sight

Of what spectacular result envisioned I:

The ruby consequence of offering my company to you.

And as I open my eyes

And turn to glance

Upon your beauteous advance,

I am forced

To entertain the hapless solitude

Of having just remembered

You are gone.