Memories

 

(A lone voice whispers)

On sensual virginal seas  

At eighteen

We first met

As we locked eyes  

Across a crowded bar

In downtown  

At the Mid Crown

Oh  

How the Greek Love Gods must have wept

In joyous song

As our auras and frequency matched

Sending two identical holy luminous beacons

Bursting from our metaphysical lighthouses

Straight up  

Vertically

Into a mysterious dark midnight sky

But now at eighty-five

After so much time has passed by

Only distant memories remain

But they call out to me

Like Odysseus sirens

With profound care  

To always remind me

So vividly and viscerally of my wild uncouth youth

When I was somewhere extraordinarily magical

With my beloved Rosalie

A true red rose  

Who still to this day

Continues to bloom in every perceptual way

Especially  

Before I visit the god of sleep

Morpheus

In this very lonely nursing room  

  

For a long time ago

With the rise of the white Valentine's moon

At eighteen

She kissed my soft lips

And her sweet-tasting red lipstick possessed a part of my soul

That compels me in moments of solitude

Like this

To think of my first love  

And to never forget

The only woman

Who once swallowed my soul whole

And got my spirit so wet

I can still see the faint outlines

Of her so beautiful enchanting

Spellbinding silhouette

(C)  

Copyright John Duffy

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