Sitting out on the quiet deck 
The scarlet glow of the sky mingling with pale blues
The sound of the ocean crashing below onto tired rocks
The coastal landscape arcing round to the horizon
As the rugged ridges pierce the bruised sky
The wildflowers below the deck sprawl in a purple mess
The color of heather on a baron Scottish hillside
As she enters, I notice her soft cashmere sweater
The slack white skirt floating around her supple legs
A song I cannot place plays in the background inside
The restaurant, muffled through the intervening space
The tart margarita slips down my throat, refreshing, tantalizing
The fresh smell of her skin mingles with the air and fills my world
I feel as though Helen has been reborn! As if sprung
From the sea like her beautiful Olympian cousin
She brings Garcia Marquez - Turning to the last few pages
We drift down that happy river together 
In Love, in the time of Cholera.