Tiny Blue Moments
Tiny moments
like these
each filled with
our small talk
are much
like thin slices
of heaven
all strategically
placed on a
long thin Greek
island but
full to the brim
with such
fragile reflections ..
Yet still,
my two weeks
on Crete,
went too fast
for my liking
and I left you at
the bar while
I checked out at
reception
and guess what ..
All because
I had a stupid
plane to catch ..
But this time
next year though
God willing
I shall return,
when your dark
hair will be longer
but still tied
back loosely with
the same
blue cotton ribbon ..
And when
we meet again
and you
ask what I want
from you ..
I shall say
because I’ve
rehearsed it so
often I’ll take
a cold white wine
for now ..
But what I really
want is to
trace the entire
length of that
blue vein which
starts deep in your
shoulder
right through to
your ankle
and leave a trace
of my DNA there
with you for always ..