One of the tragic truths of my poetry is there is entirely too few poems about Kazumi. This is one. It juxtaposes the early days of love with a sense of disorientation. Time becomes unstuck and reversed as young lovers try to squeeze as much together as they can.
This morning, the sun set so brightly. It was pinkish red and crayon cloudy blue. We stood on the beach and laughed funny faces. The sun went away, and down fell the dew. By noon, the stars filled all the sky. Orion sat there, a hunter king on his throne. The wintery feel of late autumn shimmered Like ice crystals already half grown. We held hands come late afternoon, watched the dusky sunlight enter the sky. "I would find twilight beautiful," you said "If only it was not so bright." We walk-ran home through the night, Our shadows stretched far behind. A kiss on our hearts, and whispered lips. Our eyes overflowing with sighs.