I remember
that Easter
we spent in Spain, singing
tall cold church, warm sunstruck wall
of the café roof garden

we looked down
on the open marble coffin
swaying through the streets
where a marble Christ lay sleeping
in a bloodbath of rose petals

when you bent your head to mine
telling secrets like a child
when your mothwing laughter
alighted on my cheek in the telling

when we nestled together in cars & bars
like the stray kittens we tried to befriend
in streets we never dreamed would be so cold

I was all passion then
lost in your silvery & translucent landscapes
it was long ago
but the body remembers