She remembers
She remembers being young and beautiful
She remembers the red rhythms of desire
the fire’s flickering flame dancing in her belly
she remembers when mornings were born of magic and poetry
she remembers the joy of exploring herself, her needs in front of the open window
she remembers the of feel the morning sun kissing her skin
she can still remember the wind’s caress
and she remembers the lingering gaze from the young neighbor boy
who was, by no accident, climbing the tree that separated their yards
she remembers him blushing when their eyes met,
yet he continued devouring her with his eyes
and drinking in the perfume of her on the breeze, the sweet heady aroma of her
and yes, she still remembers that first stolen kiss
not quick and clumsy like most young lovers
but soft and slow as all secret embraces should be
it had been an eternity
and she still remembers him with a smile
and maybe a little flame still flickers once in awhile
Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay
~Melanie Thomason
2/1/2020
Beautiful.
Thank you 🙂