This memory

just move yourself into the sweet perfumed air, let it embrace you as nothing ever has before- long for love and feel her embrace your body with her kiss.  hmm ya know all we really are is salt water carbon and memories.

This Memory

There was a time, when Autumn leaves fell
in synchronous motion with my heart.

As the summer breeze moved its hands through
my hair, I remember this part:

The magical way your perfume caressed my face,
all of those strangers yet we were alone in that place

The way your voice touched my heart. It
seemed to whisper that our lives would never part.

The way your lips burned mine…
Intoxicating, breaking the continuance of time.

Even now, when I am held in your lovely gaze
This memory remains mine for all my days.

Its my breath, my tomorrows,
the memories of moments I spent with you.

Brady A Beard

Copyright 2003 Brady A Beard

Posted by bbeard on 09/02 at 07:40 PM in Poetry

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