You lie
on your back
I lie
...
Morning erects
a perfect sky
as if it were
...
Like a tree
hiding in a forest
like a leaf
...
memory stealing
the sky, the sun, the us
of that evening
...
Your most prized dress
must confess
that it
...
Not knowing
whether you would stay
(or not)
...
All that long hot summer through
I shared a summer cold with you
...
The landscape grew weary
of us trampling all over it
so, in a tick...torrential rain
...