For H/ from M...

Like the butterflies flitting

on Niz's flowery hill,

my dreams dance bravely

in the morning light.

An innocent kiss...a smile--

I'll never know, perhaps,

if he loves me to his toes

as I him,

but his laughing eyes seem

to say that he does.

Dislodge any doubt

that it matters.

Let all dark thoughts

drift lazily skyward

on a summer's breeze.

Hummers, buzz your wings like giant bees.

Come drink the nectar of our life-long love.

July 20, 1998