To Cynthia who once howled with me.
To Cynthia who once howled for me.

I miss the sweetness of your embrace
In early mornings
Before the day has lost its innocence,
Before the day makes us remember
The loss of Eden.

Your smile and your closeness
After passion has spent itself
Is precious to my soul
And not easily replaced.

I miss the summer affections
That marked the season
In the year that passed
When each touch expressed understandings
Now silent.

The physical expression
Of your loving me
Now passes into memory
Ever cherished,
Ever embedded in my life.

My love for you goes on
And my heart prays
That God will so bless you
That you will be continually
Embraced by Him
Morning, Noon, and Night ...