footsteps

Every day has been a quest

searching

through the great hill of

complex passages and naked scenery

at this place where we built a castle

a safe-house, and a fortress for our passion and mutual adorations

and it’s in the rock-faced cottage near the beach

where I find your smile sitting on a bed of vanilla jasmines

in the middle of that secret hearth

near to your warm rapture filled heart

I’ve tried reaching through the window just to touch

the repressed unconditional love and the blissful times

when your desires murmured songs in the night

and rained sugared juices on my skin

It’s all rolled up now into a thick candle that’s lit

and lodged deep in the interior

And I go on learning to be blessed with what we have built

in a short space in this beautiful place

learning to contend to be pleased with the distant heat

And I go on contented to count my footsteps instead of the days.