I watch as a dainty tear
slowly falls from loving eyes
And touches the sweet planes
Of your sunkist skin.
The cloud burst is past
And l bend my eager lips to sup
At the stream as it begins to pool
At the well of your throat.
My mouth is slaked
With this sweet gift
And your moans of delight
Assure me that my
Thoughtless actions
Have been forgiven.
We shall war no more
This night.

August 5, 1999