After the Big Circle


That was
some big and open,
outside circle
that we rode.

Threw to the center
miles and miles
of lovely scenes,
rich, exotic cuisines.
Cuban coffees
strong and hot
in baby shot glasses.
Clear, big-eyed caresses,
plump moon nights
ripe for kisses.

Drifted easy
with the drive,
fearless and free,
sometimes beside, sometimes
behind, sometimes ahead,
scouted trails
we maybe someday
want to ride.

Gathered dreams to lean to,
lives to die for, and
joys thick and light enough
to drink in gulps
like eating oysters…

Or, like making love that
flows in circles flying too
far, too high, to even try to
find some silly
nonexistent
end.