There was a mythic quality
to the way the window opened from above,
the glow of the walls,
the sheen of sunlight
trickling over thighs
like rain over garden beds.
Exhausted, hands entwined,
just wearing jeans
like a Levi commercial,
we laid in love.
Perhaps you were pretending,
my cowboy god,
but I didn't know how to back then.
When finally set adrift in my shame,
I cradled my heart
like a wailing child to my breast.
I set out to sea and went hunting storms.
