this mysterious meeting place
we realize we have misplaced
the art of remembering each other.
We simply sit facing each other
a smile glowing between us
I have forgotten the entire way I had flowed
reaching your side,
a river, never remembering the meandering way from where.
Your eyes are new to me—
long dark lashes wet and beautiful!
You have my reflection there in a sprouting teardrop
a distilled drop in a deep blue lagoon...
Shall I, dearest, kiss it softly away?
Though I know not your name...