Fresh

Memories that vibrant image brings
Flute I hear, a soprano sings
Your hand, pink palms, slowly spread
Touching, disappearing in the blood red
Caressing produce, wide eyes stare
heart seduced, mind strips, soul bares
Summer dress, glowing sunflower bloom
Years have passed, all deep dark gloom
slowing traversing these same streets
where I was kissed, had innumerable treats
always ended up looking rather lost
Time erasing recollections fast
Keep searching, past forgotten ghosts
those wonderful arms, that beautiful host
of merriment, ecstasy and joy of soul
Life without you, a great big hole