Crickets sang in the rain
came a light splatter
of drops through
the canopy
of the Chinquapin
___your
mouth wet hair damp
hands swimming
across my back
___tying
untying a secret knot
a Celtic interlace
___pages
of your book opened
to my thumb
___glosses
of afterthought
scribed in the margins
of an afternoon of love
___crickets
sang in the rain
drops splattered down
through the canopy
of the Chinquapin