"I Remember"
...
Autumn-wind twisting leaves
and dry-corn-husk-whispers
always bring you to mind;
and that glorious day,
the first and last
touching of our two souls.
Birds sang like
our hearts rang,
and leaves fell 
like a soft touch
on a white thigh
in a far-off field
of memories-brought-home.
Playing tickle-giggle games.
Not there...here!
Under Autumn-wind twisting leaves
and the bright blue, new-fall sky.