Salim Gold
Recall
Those winds buffeting the isle were not sweet,
Until you came and brought your smile and laugh.
I saw you as I’d never seen une femme—
Une vieille belle—as spirited as Spring.
It was March, but the winds, wild, spelled April.
You reached down cream to feed wild cats. I glimpsed
Your cream waist, a-gleam like Aegean froth.
I was in love—to imagine you nude.
You never gave any hint of feeling—
Except that “last†embrace, when I felt you,
Gingerly, your ginger-red hair a-gleam.
That instant was not love, just affection—
A tangible amiability—
But winter was, for me, now history.
Salim Gold, your poetry is beautiful and fluid. Every word set me on the isle! I really enjoyed all the poems. I write poetry too. I know beautiful poetry when I see one.