your pinky

your left pinky brushes my right
as we walk side by side
in perfect unison
like two rays of sunshine
through stained glass

our moments are always thus:
chaste and poetic

but once, before the empire fell
you made me tea
and we spoke of your grandfather

I thought we would marry
and have a strong good son
with deep honor and your
startling good looks

"Good day," i say to you
as you nod.

refracted, we mope along
this floor alone

wondering what might have been
upon that lake
where we drank tea.