Rose Thorn
Memories of your dress fiddling
your legs in the summer
night breeze
made my heart to leap with ecstacy
that can light a bulb.
The sweet fruit cakes that you have made
for our anniversaries
have been finger-licking good.
.......but.......someone.......a man......
holding holding your hips
and gazing at your face,
is the LAST thing I expected to see;
the album of you and I shrank
at lightning speed at that instant!
The sight left me and you
in love as a myth.........
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