I Smile, My Love

Remember when we met, we were a bit perplexed. We searched the bay and all its parks, some green and others occupied by Sunday crowds and dogs, until we chose a spot out of the sun, beneath a Eucalypt where conversation would be free and flow from mouth to ear. I sensed a huge connect, dismissed it though at once, smalltalk was what we had and liverwurst on rye. You did not fancy the Dijon, raised on pure butter kept the spices low, soon we would go to join the crowds so we could be a bit more free - you looked at me. I caught your scent, eyes focused now and fingers got to touch, your laugh contagious and there was a need to spend the time we both were sure. The afternoon could be (if one were mean) called awkward in a way, was it the crowds, the sun or just the newness of a petal born to grow? Remember, sure you do, the time when dusk arrived, when we just rested in that place, and fully clothed talked silly stuff until the Camelot in spirit intervened. We spent those hours, oh so precious in the nude. A million minutes just a maiden and her dude, we touched each molecule caressed a willing skin and kissed like teens with sacred juices on our chin. If that beginning in that summer did not tell I do not know, I like your presence and your hands, I love the way you look at me and how you smell, inside my mind there is a man who understands.