Last night

oh – more than once!

my fingers curled

as they curl now

this sunlit morning

Samba Pa Ti stroking

the same "black silk"

you stroked then grasped

hard to leave a dream

to make my fingers curl

like the waves

I hear – I hear!

welling up – crash! ascend again!

welling up your name 

now spilling to spell

new lifelines surfing

my curling palms