Sand bar

Photo by M Vasiljevic

Are your lips so sweet
were the fish that wait
or gentle deer
in forests green
in pastures clear
the waters running
the time that passes
for touching
touching glasses
morning breaking
beyond the river
aging wine
in winter shivers
feet not frozen
slide tomorrow
that tender toes
kiss without sorrow.

Dr T.P. Wilkinson writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is also the author of Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..