Walking early this morning,
The dew of last night's low cloud,
Drenching my feet,
In the distance,
A half mist settling over Teguise,
The gentle tethered pointers next door, thinking, bleary eyed.
I remembered yesterday,
When, because it was dark early,
We drank wine instead of tea,
And later we stood outside,
By the cardón canario,
You and I,
And as I watched you talking,
My heart melted,
Your stained lips,
Enfolding me in everything,
Everything that is you.
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