Two Innocents

An image of us

Captured in yesterday’s mist:

Two innocents snuggle close

With only love betwixt.

 With an arm about your shoulder

I offer you a sweet gift:

I lean toward your cheek —

A kiss, which you shyly resist.

 Although disheartened at this refusal,

My inclination does not disappear.

I console myself in realizing that

There’s always us next year.

BRK

December 8, 1995