Escapade

You held me once, the last ripe mango on the tree We danced, the wind played love songs in moonlight I held you, the petal priming the waggling bee Something in kiss so sensuous flowered us with delight. Our footsteps pressed upon the naked skin of sand Wrote promises transistory as your fallen memory And the tree that's there, scarred by my weary hand Still have a heart and your sweet name on its history I go down to the sea sometimes to read and to wait To sigh while the willows cry, and dance alone there Loyalty is a painful virtue, only lovers can truly hate - The sea's bare bosom rise and fall slowly to my stare.