A Taste of Memory
Then,
In rain,
Our mouths met,
Shared your flavor ...
My lips, still moist with your nectarous sweet ...
Mixed with your gold tresses and pulpy tongue.
I taste that, still,
In hours, hushed,
And nights ...
Cold.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Tetractys This" Poetry Contest, Charles Messina, Sponsor.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Dust Off A Memory" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor.
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