and so
I think of her
and wonder
what was the fire
that burned so bright
and raged so fierce
as to consume complete
our essence
left embered char
smoldered ashen
that in its heat
and fury
could not sustain
back I drift
to fall upon
the tenderness of youth
the satin skin
the comely gaze
the velvet touch
a silken voice
rising
to lust and longing
to impatience
to immortality
its soulful siren
so seductive
the nectar of all forbidden
the breathless joy
of sweet innocence
when the wonder
stirs to every mystery
and the spirit lights
to every spark
igniting passion’s pyre
to leave one spent
in blissful ruin
at story’s end
tender memory
of the throaty whispers
of promised pleasures
sweetly secreted
in her virgin kiss
and so
I think of her
remembering
with no regret
savoring the subtle linger
harbored in my heart
of the taste
of her lips
long ago
at seventeen
~ ~
“lips lush as cognac
open softly to kisses
urgently linger”
~ ~ ~
rob kistner © 2010
(revision © 2019)
________________
