i can finally see the spring again,
past those unloving men who taught me
how to love. the earth grows red with poppies and
overnight came summer! all because, long and
peacefully you looked at me, enquiring about my sorrows,
never speaking of your own. tenderly you stroked
my shoulders. i remember your looks on those
evenings and the way you pointed us home, like a lighthouse.
to our house a little away from the road.
we will rule each other wisely, won’t we? and build great
cathedrals or small shacks filled with water and sand
along the peninsula, the kind dark seas.