I was approached
As I sat quietly
I was warm
Settled and comfortable
I had recently bathed
In that sense then
Of warmth and wellbeing
I had made fair of myself
Forged a sympathetic soul
Who was easily approachable
The approach was swift
Almost in an instant
I felt a cloud enter
With the heat of old love
Among its presence
I could talk of sand dunes
Only you don't know
I could talk of seashores
Only how would I show
If only I could talk, so
The lasting wasn't long, it
Lasted much less than the longing
The casting though was strong
The woman and the boy were
Both deeply & at once belonging
Approaching without warning
Down deep grooved pathways
Not asking to enter, so simply
I was entered; I was warmed
By what I had made of myself
