She

She

Was the satin in my dreams.
The leap across the limpid stream.
The nap in the mountains, under a dense mango tree standing in the shining sun.


She

Was the first breath taken in with the nose after a long swimming lap.
Was the first rain on the cracked earth of a long scorching summer.
Was the first albatross spotted after a sail through a grey storm.
Was the first sunrise in the Arctic after the 6 month long night.

Did I love her?

I wonder.