Back when

and it was beautiful in a tall, brilliant city
with a young moon and acetylene stars.  
Fireflies in tall grasses with our whispers and giggles.  
I can close my eyes and feel your touch
just as when we were marvelously alone and sleepy
as we always were just after love.

Reviews

[Sheila Kline]

This is the kind of touch we never forget! And you have described it with words that makes me swoon with nostalgia of such a moment!

[J. J. Nightingale]

I wasn't going to cry today .... wasn't .. ..
Now on my cheek.. a tear

Jazz