A momentary position among the wave’s rolls
when the black takes hold as the eyes glance down
toward a silent understanding.

“I met her eyes with my own…and stared.”
For one fluid moment I saw you naked and bared
to me without apples, scent; and without form…

We shared such a small slice of time, you and I.
Together we rode the tide of Mons Olympus
in full flowery expanse
and didn’t even know it.

I held you and kissed your neck.
I saw your eyebrows,
I tasted you.

…for a moment I saw you from behind a newspaper and stole your eyes, then looked away…

by Jason DeGrande, copyright protected.