The last time we met I noticed
the bright red flowers in your hair,
Milk soft skin radiating through
heaven's gate I wanted to kiss
your tender hand.
Knees buckling from the sweet scent
of your perfume, our bodies locked like
ascending larks, We kissed and ran as fast
as we could like two kittens playing with
a ball of yarn.
Landing on our feet, we walked along the
crimson cobblestone streets, At our favorite
sidewalk cafe. We talked and shared this
wonderful moment.
We celebrated life with French bread and good
wine. It was nice to see your lovely smile remain,
on an empty glass of wine and a bite of bread.
