a whole

thinking of you
as I sometimes do
twisting long hair with your finger,
thinking of you
summer-sky blue
the scent of you in me lingers,

watching the sky
my hand on your thigh
time of no consequence,
watching your eyes
the summer skies
sitting on a split-rail fence,

stones in the lake
the summer-sun bakes
us to an even brown tan,
delightful diversions
mental excursions
through summer meadows we ran,

so where are you living
who are you giving
your body, your scent and your soul,
I'd love to know
how your winds blow
if all of your parts made a whole,