Never Having Been a Lizard

Yesterday I spied a lizard screening my lunch

Peeking at our conversation

Today I stared back at something I had never seen before

A lizard clinging to my garden wall

Under the bougainvillea.

She was unwilling to get closer

To a vigorous lizard waiting on the flat patio wall

He waved his tiny head, shimmied his tail

His whole body pleaded

She turned her back till he whispered a lizard's love poem

Turned her tiny head around, shied from side to shy

Stretched her willingness, crept to a patio floor

Both lizards panting their ecstasy

I turned my head

Not to embarrass the love-bed.