Remembering

Apache Kiss 

Ah, but do you remember?

That late autumn's day
We huddled as one
Beside the lighthouse
Watching the rolling, white surf
And the darting gulls?

Do you remember 
How you turned to me
With your long, black Apache hair 
Loosed to the wind? 

Our lingering kiss?
The breeze
Jetting the moments
Tangling both your hair
And my bruised heart? 
Do You Remember?

Do you remember

We were the only two
On that darkening autumn beach?

We, pressing our bodies into that
Old lighthouse?
And the jetty breakers 
Spraying us
Like we were sailors
On a dismal whaler? 
Do you remember your delicate laugh
When our kiss faded
Along with day's light
Reducing everything to monochrome
Along that lonely strand?

Twenty seasons have further marred
That old tower with its blind eye
Its empty socket high above.
But sometimes, when the winds blow
From the northeast
And sing below my eave
In the day's fading light
I am again with you.

I once more see your glistening Apache hair
And our kiss being forever fixed
Upon my bruised heart.

Ah, but do you remember?