Breeze [2000]

testing he touched the edge of her patience
she winced where his gentle prodding burned
shouting she fought through his cotton ears
but he drove outside up the hill and turned
to a place where friendly words were passed
he could not sleep without her and returned

naught met their ears
but the sound of wheels
turning on the streets
and they lay entwined
the door cracked an inch
for the night's breeze

dreaming of foreign crumbled keeps she knew
held cryptic texts she walked through stone
waking he heard her speak of lovers she had
but would never meet nor in truth ever know
his mind filled with four thousand thoughts
each a fear of growing old and living alone

naught was the sum
of their midnight thoughts
burning in their eyes
as they lay entwined
the dark sky grew hot
with the summer breeze