Gazing down at him from my window
as he wanders around the garden
playing with the white cat, casting
furtive glances all around until finally
he glances up at me with a loving smile.
Caught in a corner, leaning my cheek
against the wall, I would happily
sit there and watch him all day
while the world meanders past tugging
at my attention sometimes distractingly.
It is chilly though. The wind goes
right through his jumper and his feet
which are barefoot on the grass are cold,
so he is going inside now for his dinner.
I blow him a kiss but it gets swept
off course by the wind – he chases it,
reaches out his hand , catches it and
touches it to his lips with a smile.
Our eyes quickly make love to each other
enough to tide us over until next morning.
when in the cold, but beautiful dawn hour
we may start another forbidden day together.
