Kristian
Decades have passed since your moon with me, Kris,
thirty long years from the present divide
creaky old bones from a sensuous kiss,
supple enchantment from limbs weak and dried,
emptied of passion which ebbed with the tide,
left with my dreams which no longer enthrall,
asking the question your silence implied:
Could you have possibly loved me at all?
Never was spoken that aught was amiss,
nothing in manner or word I descried,
everything perfect, a moment of bliss,
ignorant instant o