No matter how difficult
it should be to lose you in
The muddle of thoughts
And images, tourmaline
So very blue, in
A diamond and
gold band guides
you back to me.
Though the swiftness of
A kiss you gave may be
out of reach,
being chased
as though it was
dust racing away
in a windblast.
In the puzzle that years
produces, I want you
again poised
before the keys
wishing the oracle
followed
The lines in my palm
And promised you’d play
A song of love
but only you and I
would hear.

RLB – 3/10/20