Love Letter to Spring Semester

We were once stubborn together

in palelight mornings waking

with hands clasped

I wanting always the windows

down to smoke, you dreaming

the future as every object

spoke history to me

with shoes off in the coffee houses

with hair down at the bars

with your drink raised to mine

in astonishment

over the inch of static

between lips held close

and the miracle of a pulse

found in body across the bed.

We were not to fall asleep

during our best dreams;

always with hearts kept

crossed, but fingers never.

Behind your back slept

only flowers.