Regrets

As a young woman you seemed
a red flame in a kind white field.
Your eyes orbed, magnetic,
Gathered me in your wind -
blowing
blowing
blowing
through the cracks of me.

I, a reed, a chime, a swinging bell.
Saved from among tiny begging mouths,
I licked the spoon of you
believing in the more
the more
the more.

Of course, we swallowed us.
Your kind arms, so light in youth,
Sank in the dark of me -
your fleece of teeming questions.

After the children,
I took to the desert,
hooked on veils,
my face crushed flint
sparked your traveling flame.