We
Leave no trace
These days of romance
Leave no foot print
Like good stewards of the
Earth
Are we good stewards of our
Hearts?

To have no love notes
To place under
Pillows
No handwriting to
Analyze and trace with
My finger tips
No evidence at all of these
Friends or Lovers

We leave no artifacts
No envelopes to lick
No paper to kiss
No place to put a
Lock of hair or
Photograph to keep
Hidden away
To hold privately

No foot print
No hand print
No trace of affection at all
Nothing reproducible
By machine or camera
Our interactions fleeting
As clear as the wind
I keep you inside me
To view in my dreams