She remembers

Image by pasja1000 from Pixabay

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




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