Beneath the Tilden Pines

The day, the sun, the universe

were ours

for only hours

one perfect day.

jasmine heavy air

your hand in mine

Lake Anza, sunshine-dazzled

joyously on fire

fingers whispered your intent

slipped beneath my summer dress

tracing promises across my breast

The Meadow - Tilden Regional Park in Berkeley, CA. 2007

the carousel slept

so we spread the earth beneath us

ventured sacred waters new,

and deeper than we knew

hazel eyes

flecked gold and green

waxed poetic

drinking me

as if I contained your universe

My spirit echoed ancient songs

and the firmament stood still

a cosmic filament unwound

to weave a celtic knot that bound

our hearts

entwined

ordained by our pantheon

to everyone’s delight

flesh met Divinity

beneath the Tilden pines