Record
She
touched me on the palm, smiled
Like a
radiant, heavenly, recalcitrant child
And
gazed gaudy dreams from moon-wide eyes.
She
tossed her hair.
‘Come
with me if you dare’, said she
And laughed
as sweetly to make the tide forget the sea.
So I took
her hand and we left that night.
The
sun and earth, wrapped in a red flag with a golden star,
shadows fleeting, a leveled scar
And a
smoky flower on tan skin to kiss. In bliss.
Scenes
play out reel by reel in my mind,
Like
an old movie where the lovers always find
Each other,
through wanton storms and tender discord;
I
only wish, I could have pressed record.
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