last summer

A poem that grew out of one of my short stories.

the smell of leather and cigarettes

a memory of a drive through the rain

his black hair fell into his eyes

an almost smile playing on his lips

(a thin white dress

revealed almost more

than my imagination

could ever do)

my fingers

wanted to touch his lips

my heart was too cowardly

we drove through the rain

with my hands on my knees

(to this day

I remember

that lily of the valley fragrance

from your long blond hair)

an awkward goodbye

raindrops like diamonds

the kiss was like a promise

between the two of us

(your lips

slightly parted

still haunt me

in my dreams)

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

but the memories linger
and I still feel desire
a deep rooted passion
that I would fulfil.

[Yheela]

^_^

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Sorry but it couldn't end there!

[Yheela]

Oh, I think it's great when a poem sparks another.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

such passion to play off one another!

[Samuel Dickens]

These words conjur wonderfully romantic, vivid imagery. It's funny how such a brief glimpse of the past can bind itself in our memory.

[Yheela]

Thank you.
^_^