Tryst Poem by Robin D McCutcheon

I empty the contents of a magical days pocket.

Keys, change, and the smooth white stone
you picked up on the beach and gave to me.

I will keep it with me,
deep inside my pocket,
to remind me of you.

It will be smooth against my thigh,
warm and near,
like I wish you were.

And when I reach into my pocket
for keys or change I will feel it there
and it will become you.
And I will caress you.

I will gently rub my thumb over your smooth body,
and turn you between my thumb and fingers,
feeling your shape, thinking of you.

It will be smooth like your skin,
bright like your eyes,
and warm like your smile.

I will leave you a love offering of the oils of my skin,
remembering you, and the day you gave it to me,
how you were, and how we were together.

And you will know.