January 30, 2001

Reflections

I am tasting
Crusty bread dipped in olive oil
Redolent of rosemary.
Across the table
My pleasure is reflected in your eyes,
Doubled as it returns to me.
And how much more
When your touch brings delirious waves
Lapping at my shore,
Then rolling out again,
Your nearby island intensifies
And sends them back to me

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