We Were Sitting

we were sitting making love
the past was early enough
to fit behind a leaf

sitting in your embrace
reading a story
one sentence dropping down

diamondlike into your excitement
each time
the east dried in the dust.

if i force myself to remember
the summer days
march out the other end

like shadows
a greased up ruffled collar
rising from the sea

the wind had a smile
on its face
i will never forget.