Dear Memory Rays
You first held my hand in rapture's own sown, green honed land -
Shared time was easy laughter that rose layered throes thru joy-spiced air -
Your lips brushed mine with youth's stirred flair by a stream's calm stare -
We lost focus under night's starry skies as sparks dazzled our sighs -
No years shook my dear memory of our young frays sated in twilight rays.
... CayCay
Jane 15, 2018
|