Memories

Sometimes a scent can bring it all back. (The photo is my creation)

Languid kisses

on a lazy, cool, rainy afternoon. 

Raindrops echo in the tranquility of rainbows. 

Crickets sing melancholy verses;

a wistful cadence sung in tune.  Fireside warmth:

popping,

crackling. 

Marshmallows roast

on whittled sticks.   Like bookends

on the couch, our legs entwined"

you read yours

I read mine. 

I peek over the words

to steal a look.  You smile

and pretend not to notice.  Downy softness;

an oversized sweatshirt  "

It still smells of you. 

 

Author's Note

Be honest.

Reviews

[Relic]

I can relate to this to the point of hearing the crackling and popping by the fireside. Excellent poetry.

[Doreen]

Thanks. :)

[Creepy Swine Guy]

To be honest ... I adore this. It doesn't try to be anything more than a wonderful memory. My only niggle is a small one. Languid sent me to the dictionary and when I got there, I saw two definitions that would give your poem wildly different beginnings. Now the context in which it is found clarifies this quickly, but a different adjective might remove that momentary confusion. Beyond that ... I call this brilliant, some of your very best work.

[Crowley]

Scent is my number one tactile sense.....I love the smell of vanilla, it does me in every time, and when the significant other has there own smell as a result of some weird chemical reaction with your senses...nothing better. Heavy sigh...great writing.

[Dream Weaver]

This just made me weak in the knees...
A scent does have a strong capability
of bringing someone to a special place
in time where memories where golden.
Beautifully written Doreen...

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This is wonderfully rich and romantic; sensual, without being trashy...I really like that.

[Robin]

you filled this scene wonderfully - sights and smells that bring my own memories .