The Table Near the Lake

The table near the lake, now covered with snow,

Sits half out of view.

Last August, as we sat—

Heard the frogs’ low voices sing as dusk descended,

My elbows planted on the planks, looking out across the lake,

Counting blinking stars, avoiding your dark eyes….

Because you made me feel so very chaste and shy.

Suddenly, I felt your warm hand upon my own.

We both leaned forward and you kissed my lips….

As I swam into the fragrance of the flowers that

Grew along the shore, avoiding your dark eyes….

Because you made me feel so very chaste and shy.

Even as I turned to you, there were no words that came.

The moment slowly passed, but there wasn’t any shame.

Your hand upon my own; your impassioned scent;

The tender silence that descended from the twinkling stars,

The warm evening air, the way I avoided your dark eyes….

Because you made me feel so very chaste and shy.



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