Places Sacred to Reflections

i.

Galas and garden parties, but never masquerades.

Anonymity obscures identity, self absent by half,

and I must know you, by sight, by touch, my hand

here on your arm, the same as always, the shadow

which you cast.

ii.

Borrowed gardens with manicured lawns, trellised

paths, greenery which never runs wild, excepting

the wisteria who's laid claim to a whole corner.

She used to have a name. Now, we reminisce about

her better half.

iii.

Warm water: for shamelessness, for recklessness,

for remembering it's alright to hope.

iv.

Poetry, always.

Always.