Sweet ginger breaths of nostalgia mingle
in the frosty midnight air
where I, under the sugary boughs,
caressed a curious mint scented dream
Like licorice did your voice enlace
our lips into an embrace
‘til my eyes fluttered open
and I kissed
a fragile memory in the mist
Sir, you are unreal
to me, but a golden twilight faded—
a gossamer fancy spun of illusions
unbraided
in the warmth and delicate fragrance
of a lost July
A contest entry
- Act Apalled, And Listen To The Past by pillowjoe.
600 points, ended January 3, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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