in an isolated clearing....Our hands were
side by side on the table.
soft fur................We were separately
working
set in the slow moving stream......as if on the same server our
minds were somehow linked,
the sound of water
.........and there was no need for words.
warm milk............Occasionally I stole
glances at the "surprises"
traces of suoernatural activity
........that Gunter was silently drawing on the table beside
me.
walking down to the water........
a flowered dress.............
unexpected woodland events.........
get up and wash the dishes.....
the smell of hops and honey....................
with intertwining memories.........
the smell of green grass.......
warm stones by the river....
a red front door..............
under the eves of the porch.......................
a black woodstove............................
the smell of the leather couch....................
on my other side.......................
making love......................
for as long as I could remember..........
the faded blanket on the daybed