We met.
Why did you stop to tell me
Your name meant the water of life?
Why did I laugh
And ask you for a drink?
Why did our tongues touch,
My hand sliding in your back pocket,
Yours creeping under my warm,
Nubby sweater?
A pair as mismatched as
Europa and the bull--
One brief intermingling
Was the pinnacle of all
Our possibilities
Past and future.
Why does one harvest a grape
That sours overnight?