Word Play

My enemy Coincidence popped in on me today
And reminded me that I love you
more than I have told you lately
more than I can tell you now
more than you can understand
Because the love I have for you
Rallies round my shoulders,
Caresses my neck, my arms, my back,
With fingers stroking my hair as tenderly as
it fingers the velvet, satin-silky petals of morning’s first flower,
or heating my wounded heart like the blood-red,
Mediterranean sun.
And all because Coincidence found me
walking alone down a child’s path,
across Hawthorne Boulevard.