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Lingering Memories
I don’t really know what I recollect most,
of the memories etched in my mind,
and can’t fathom why some images stay,
while other thoughts linger behind.
A sweet smell of Jasmine hangs thick in the air,
‘twas the scent of your fragrant soft skin,
as I flirted with you and bought you a drink,
while sipping a tonic and gin.
A song that I heard brought one image back,
I whispered to you at that dance,
and the boldness of you, that day we first met,
was it destiny, fate, happenstance?
Recalling your accent, feigned shy girlish charm,
those bedroom eyes wandered and browsed,
gig’ling out loud, as we danced cheek to cheek,
when you realized that I was aroused.
The first time we kissed, the night we made love,
that morning you woke in my bed,
‘twas a damp dreary day, so we never got up,
caressing and cud’ling instead.
Moonlight, a sea-breeze, one faint shooting star,
reminders of us at the shore,
shedding our clothes while we played in the surf
letting eyes, lips and fingers explore.
That day when you left me is not very clear,
those mem’ries seem hazy and dim,
vague recollections of pain and regret,
not knowing you’d left me for him.
In keeping faint mem’ries and visions alive,
reliving each day after day,
I cling to the fond ones, erasing the rest,
pretending you’ve not gone away.
