I have to share such beauty…
old love,
embedded within,
suddenly, woken,
flutters…
briefly, virtually,
could it be growing again?
memories flood back,
filling daydreams in the sunshine…
to kiss, that kiss,
to touch, that touch,
to breathe our breath,
just once more…
briefly beautiful, exciting
then, alas, gone
but of course,
it could have no other fate…
gut knotting, guilty pleasures
relief, release,
and breathe…
back to reality,
its such a beautiful thing,
but don’t look back in anger,
but rose tinted glasses are allowed.