In traces of memory,
intense tastes
of a different day.
The scent of countryside
swirled around
the sweetness of citrus.
I felt it on my lips.
Lemonade,
freshly squeezed,
felt like a kiss
in the blistering heat,
and I wished for your lips
to reach for me.
The perfume you wore
swept me off my feet,
left me clinging to the floor
to keep hold of my floating sanity
as I fell in love
with the way
your hair swished
so playfully.
That summer day
I felt alive, I just wanted
you to stay with me.
Never to leave my side,
to be the eyes
I gazed into all night,
to see the world
I always wished
would become true,
to see the light
that flows within you.
I swayed on the scents,
their accents singing to me
in tongues I never knew,
my longing just grew.
The perfume climbed
into every pore,
navigated my body
to reach my heart,
and I swear my soul felt brighter
than that summer sun could ever glow.
In traces of memory
that still linger
in my longing fingertips,
on my loving lips,
through the pores of my body
to the heart that sits looking forever
at the moon that lifts
these thoughts through the atmosphere,
all I wish is that you were here,
that we were where we should be.
That I was with you
and you were with me.
But the traces of my memory
are all I have to comfort me.
The taste of citrus
and the perfume
that will forever engulf me.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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