One April Afternoon
On a damp, cold and rainy day,
you were warm and loving.
You gave me something precious,
a glimpse of your heart.
Maybe I romanticize,
but only to forget your lies.
I choose instead to remember the love in your eyes.
Our limbs entangled,
as we rolled on the floor.
Your actions told me what was in your heart and mind,
and to your lies they made me blind.
For one April afternoon, our bodies burned,
with pleasure; white hot.
I'll never forget you, or that April afternoon.
--R.A. Melos
copyright 2002