Charles Bane Jr. Florida, USA
Then we came home;
your fingers pushed my hair, grew flowers in the ash
and I was young.
I loved you and wrote
of it in candlelight. Je t’aime,
I wrote. You stirred
and I returned to bed. Then, we made ourselves a single, breathing soul.
Stars made fireworks, the sea was changed to a coat of sparks and we stopped
the hours.