Vernal Elegy

I committed a great crime this spring. I learned a lesson that I'll not soon forget. I learned never to fall in love again If I can help it.
I think about your curls falling on me, Slipping from behind your ear To whisper gently against me, Your hot breath Caressing my face As you laugh, Your hands Gripping My cheeks.
I cannot breathe. I cannot see.
Soft as silk. Inviting as a desert spring. My Sihaya: I'll think of you Whenever I see a field of wild sunflowers, Whenever an opossum Loiters on my porch, Whenever I hear a joke.
My love drowns in the spring. My heart sinks beneath the hills. The early evening wind Ushers in a thousand more morings Without you.
I am lost. I cannot see. I cannot breathe.
I cannot see.
I cannot breathe.