I liked you had an electric blanket, he said.
I really warmed to that. I liked too
you had a back yard big as a beach
and that waves of love flowed through you.
back then; I liked how we took barefoot walks
along the sand on summer night, the stars
fiery with desire, the hot kisses, but memory
tends to polish things up. to add a gleam
that wasn’t always there;
the cat never took to me and in the end you
didn’t take to me either; our little edifice of love
smashed like a sandcastle by the waves