issue #1 (9/18/00)
We rowed far past the
winter's last snowflakes
and dropped the oars
when we were safe.
We stopped to kiss
and wonder if
the other's eyes were
open or closed.
The spring breeze
pulled us
to the edge, while we
pushed each other
to the floor.
An evening primrose
floated lazy circles,
rippling in tune
with the gently swaying
planets.
She cried when nothing
was wrong
and I cried because
everything
was right. Too sentimental
my friends say.
Too sweet, she said.
And my trust,
like myself, lie only
with her.
The world speaks
serene languages-
maybe Latin. Maybe
nonsense.
I listen, but can't
understand it all.
I tell her in my language
"I will love
you forever."
"Te amaré
para siempre."
"Je t'aimerais
toujours." She understood.
And that day,
I really thought
I would.