Walk

I found this poem of mine on someone's blog, so I'm posting it here for the record. One summer afternoon I met with you And we walked all day for months and months Eating apples and mangoes Till our chins dripped with juice A perpetual picnic of magic and lust. We walked from Canada to Sri Lanka Through yellow, rouge and blanca. Hitting the blackest of waters at the end of the day I closed my eyes and you swam away. Sometimes when I see you now, You pick me up and spin me 'round And put me back where you found me, Disoriented and dizzy. One afternoon I met with you And we walked all day for years and years Eating apples and excuses Till our faces dripped with tears.