(She was my favorite part of my recent trip to Lake Tahoe)
is the tingle of ice cream
the breathlessness of standing
face to face with the expanse of Lake Tahoe
the descending strings that catch in my throat
and pull at my heart
in any recording of the Delfonics
the tip of my tongue on chocolate
raindrops alighting upon my face
rising to the aroma of coffee
and something baking downstairs.
She is the fourth ace drawn
and my fingers falling in
unexpectedly pleasant ways
at the piano
my heart beating strong and fast
after a swim
the silence hidden among the evergreens
the welcome clasp of a warm hand
the bit of the sky where
the clouds never stop.
She is an ever-shifting puzzle
with ever-changing pieces
perpetually re-creating
my ideal of beauty.