Love

This is meant to be, nothing else makes sense. A message straight from nature. We swam with the green tides, the dazzled air, as we had swam in that younger country, below tree silhouettes and city clouds. You held me like a last breath. I held you without distance. We could have swum to the end. That love was natural, like floating in the sea, out into the middle of the ocean under the sun. This is meant to be, nothing else makes sense. The sun was kind. You were kind. My heart was spilling. I remember you happy. I have no proof. Behind the smiling eyes I interpreted natural incandescence. I saw myself in that smile, mutual and giddy. Exasperated and grinning. I remember the good times. After all this time I can't be sure it's your face I see any more. And a smile is the most fragile thing. Universal, like the red roses they grow in rows. I spin the wild blue roses for you from thin air. I hope they mean something to you, something more than words. A smile, you and I have come to know, can be retracted, like a flower in the fading sun. But there is lasting truth in a kiss.