Gazing out the white shutters of our villa in Santorini
my dreams nor visions could compete with this reality.
Observing you that first night at dinner, I dare not allow my stare to linger.
I could feel your heat surround me like an orb of glorious white light.
Such character in your face, written with poetic lines, in primal archives undiscovered.
The orange and reds of the sunset highlighting the attraction of each furrow
drawn with the grace of having lived life.
Your heart beats no longer here, for emptiness now occupies this lifeless space.
Bougainvillea blooms decorating walls where you had carefully loved me.
You washed my hair with tender words in the hot springs at Palea Kameni.
Placing lips where none had dwelt before, melting the underneath
of each new sensation.
Birthing yearning places within me that never existed…