Our Picture.

I will write about us 
When this unearthly hour 
Gives way to the picture 
Of You and I dangling our feet 
From a sunlit bower. 


I will write about how 
You would read my sullied toes 
And etch a sorry smile 
On your timid brow. 


I will write about my 
Hauled up skirt brushing against 
Your flaccid fingers 
As we watched the free sky. 


But most of all 
I will write about the way 
You render your love 
That makes this picture 
Me,survive the daily gall.