Car rides, midnight walks, simple smiles, speaking simple desires…
reminding the eye of alluring desires innocently enough parlayed to a youthful libido;
spontaneously enjoying playful meanderings of language and entendre,
carrying through thoughts of touch, taste;
feelingly…warm skin and sweet smiles
playing to the boy who thought what he thought
but not doing what he desired …
Oh but where is the requiem for unrequited loves!
How pleasurable your melancholies;
ow sensitive your touches;
how wonderful your embraces…
Stolen honey tastes sweetest eaten in the warmth of the night,
spiced sugar and cinnamon in the darkened night…
Desires of memories long past,
of the might-have-beens and the never-was's,
of the could-have-beens and the wish-hads,
held tightly and enjoyed as full-bodied wines,
soft chaise lounges, warm afternoon sunlights.
Longings unrequited, desires unfulfilled,
enjoyable aches, wandering thoughts,
peaceable lusts, naughty smiles…
all enveloped in a momentary flash of reminisce.
Thank you, dear, for the trip…
Author notes
All material ©2007 David Willier
