Petroglyphs

(Gibraltar series, probably eventually #6)

some shapes are sacred:

your eyes, your lips,

etched into the canvas

of this granite cliff--

a gift to a future

destined to be

denied your glance,

deprived of your kiss.

my clumsy hands

inscribe you on the world

so love may go on living

when the rest of us is dust.

to live 
just once 
with you

is not enough.

art insists at least

on this: that beauty

not slip past us

unhindered, into the mists.

some shapes are sacred:

your eyes, your lips.