Giverny Night and Day

Yesterday becomes tomorrow,
and now doesn’t matter anyway
because night and day you
are the one in the chair.
It’s comfy there.
It's safe as soup when arms

open for legs to tango
tangled warmth, fingers kiss.
Laugh when words near miss.
After walks in book-filled rooms,
lavender-scented sighs

sift quiet, moans murmur
secrets to silken knees
and dawn breaks through
trains of dream, imagination
floats past chairs and keys.

Days are blurry, fleur sweet,
redolent with Giverny dans Avril
avec Narcisses, Cerisiers,
et Pommiers du Japon.