This man
who I wanted to hold
and to rock in my arms
(tell him it’s all alright)
stands in the street
smiling down at me
tells me it’s all alright
and all the people part around us
I can’t hear them
He’s all there is as
the sun comes behind him
His lips
touch my cheeck, and almost
my mouth
mine on his, soft on soft as
the sun warms my face and
I’m so proud of him
standing there, smiling
as if
he loved me