Tiny Blue Moments

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 ..