Gazpacho

He liked Gazpacho 

Cucumber Gazpacho 

by the pool

shimmering with flecks

of golden light

Sipping and watching

so cool, his lips so set

Eyes half closed

Mind drifting

Silently he owned the space

as his fingers drummed to a song

only he could hear

Lost

Languishing in the rays of your affection

The heat inconsolable with

My inner lioness 

I hear your words

see your face

Respite despite

Remorse loss

like crushed plums 

Your image stains my fingertips

My lips drop inky words

Lost in translation