New Years Walk

He has a sure and steady stride
like one I used to Love

More like a lope really
a slow giddy-up kind of walk
unburdened by sickness
or frailty
a Knowing is his gait
and a place of purpose to go to

Its all purpose;
the dark blue jeans
the camouflage jacket
the mirrored sun glasses

He is moving through this parking lot
like he owns it

My gaze lingers too long
He turns around to see me
I dont return his look
instead I stare at the blue blue sky

Pouilly Fuisse

We have spent the day at the beach
(my lover—my mistress—my paramour)
our towels merely feet from the tide
as close as we can get is what we want

We lay side by side and fall asleep
(the heat—the sounds—the mist)
the tides creep closer to our slumber
bodies paralyzed by liquid dreams

Washing out to sea with no cares
(divorce—family feuds—sunburns)
floating on the  endless sea grass
we finally crack open the Pouilly Fuisse

Drink my love, drink
and I will drink to thee