My Apologies, Beloved

My Apologies, Beloved

by Christopher Rossi

You are a humble gust of wind,
your kiss dances on my chin,
a tango, certain of a flow-
step one
two,
I love you.
What else is there to say-
for last night, my mind had gone astray
and I abused your gentle gust,
I disturbed your peace in us.
I do not regret my mistake,
though you did not deserve the tongue I gave.
I know you forgave
and would never stop loving me.
Within our book, a coffee stain-
I am sorry for the mess I made.

© Christopher Rossi, 2010