The hospital bed-screens, we hid behind
to taste our first real kiss;
netball games upon convent grounds,
I would, for nothing miss;
that Friday phone-call from the dormitory hall
to hear her voice of sheer bliss;
those jealousy quarrels I could never list
- all part of our affair.
Her faded-blue Levi's jeans
sweeping down-town in the high-noon sun;
strolling through fields of jewel green-
colouring our love with weekend fun;
her heading home for Summers long,
a sour me wished would never come.
T'was then, like grey tug-thick rope
it rained on our affair.
Those chilly nights full of mellow
together laying on a moonlit beach,
the attentive stars in her cocoa eyes,
a peering sample of heaven each,
those bouncing boundaries of beautiful hers
jus' beyond my farthest reach.
A world of beauty, blessings and glee
- all wrapped ‘round our affair.
Her face with sadly sunken cheeks-
that moment, still clear in my mind;
her poetry,
paintings,
bracelets-
the tears for me she left behind,
but where our patient hearts have been
forgetting
for certain
is forever blind;
for the day so fair, will come again,
when again we'll unveil
our most rare affair.
