misty rendez-vous, without you

a final kiss,
haunts the peaceful morning air,
lighting the truth within
our dreams.


a tender
longing, tugging
soft
at sweet opportunity
let slip
away,


craving
those firm memories
of
what could
have been.


so we trace gentle
upon Her ouroboros of sensuality,
sinuously towards
fait accompli,
and
rejoice,

set free
to be you,
and
me.