Regret

The bluest eyes
The strongest arms
With freckles dotted is his face
Red-golden hair on
Crown, jaw and chest
Limbs that move with rough-hewn grace
His lilting voice
That cheeky grin
Those tender whispers in the night
I wish to God
I’d known before
Love’s fire in me he’d set alight
Choices made
I wish unmade
Changes to the house of time
Go back
And make myself perfect
For this perfect boy of mine
But far too late
I cannot alter
Things now past that haunt me so
And so his sweetest
Tender touch
Will stay a joy I’ll never know