"When the Willow Trees Blow"

When the Willow Trees Blow

Moonlight, wind, raindrops-

Your muffled vibrato in my eardrums

and steamed breath moistening my cheek.

Bony limbs lash dampened leaves against our backs

and shredded green blades stick to my toes.

 

Can’t we go inside?

The thickening storm thunders above.

Your African prince hue spreads

defiantly within the darkness.

You step away, like a stiff choreography.

 

Your mouth opens wide enough for my own.

We are too far apart.

Lost syllables, lost pronunciation, lost meaning-

Circles, ovals, a black hole between those maroon cushions.

Please, let me move close again.

 

The wet washes your scent from my skin.

The wind blows the sound of your restive voice from my ears.

Further you walk from my sight.

You have ceased, with final absolution.

I never thought you could say goodbye.