The grace of a breeze slipping behind my ears
and sunshine nibbling on my forearms
Brought together such a lovely afternoon
            of togetherness alone.
Walking singular through a world of plural,
So carefully chosen on this afternoon
And small adventures seem so big;
So infinitely infinitive.

Only the slap of my shoes against the pavement
Such a lovely afternoon with you
Only the shadow of me grasping to my feet
Such a lovely afternoon with me
Only the concern of my heart was a concern to me
SUch a lovely afternoon with me and me.

Teacups click softly against its own china
Falling in line with a set of their minors
And aligning lines with walls
To ceilings and to fires: aligning what was mine
And what was theirs.
Lifting lively chatter to myself.
A secret smile only for me.

The sand slips between my socks and toes
And I walked with false pretense,
Adventures lapping at the heels of my heart.

And someday soon the days will belong to me.
Someday soon the words will belong to me.
Someday soon the music will be me.
Someday soon the love will be me.

And the security offered to my delicate grasp
Plays so softly through tracing circles of my past
The walls offer me secrets, just between them and me
Because the idle chatter among the new tenants
could never release the secrets of their adventures.

And all it took was an afternoon,
Such a lovely afternoon with me.

05/05/2003

Posted on 08/16/2003
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