Looking Back Long, Hard and Slow
Even now, when I think back, long and hard and look close enough
I can still, just make out, each gentle rise and the
subsequent fall of those sun-kissed undulations of hers ..
As she did then shift, upon eventually waking, beneath each of
our cool off-white cotton sheets, those she acquired from
a stall on a market, in Egypt all those long, hot crazy summers ago ..
Indeed, as welcome today, as was then, and as seemingly new
as seen through a handful of light, casually plucked from an otherwise
ploughed desert sky, as surely and true, as the love we once shared ..