Last Night (Ariadne’s Thread)
Last Night (Ariadne’s Thread) When the sun goes down and does not rise I will savour this sunset most of all gold and ruby and Tyrian purple blending into Cretan sapphire sky But more precious than these: fingers intertwined knees pressed together feet swinging as one above the tide your tired head against my forearm I hope that we can rewind this thread of memory— on that day when Ariadne lays down her spindle— with my hand held in yours and my own tired head resting on your arm Then may I return to these treasured hues, the comfort of skin as well as sun, and hold on to these moments when I could keep you warm and safe and I will smile, knowing then that my last sunset is not yours. Dedit oscula nato non iterum repetenda suo Ovid's Metamorphoses (Book VIII)