Red Ribbon
Red Ribbon
The morning sun was quiet not seen
Flowers smiling waiting to greet
Good morning... now late not said
Breezes none the leaves not stirred
The morning brings sad memories
long ago
Of a lost song forgotten woven in
sweet young love
Once the fountainhead of deep longings
Hopes and dreams of love lived together
Tryst meetings from white lies said
at home
Found our souls entwined in grotesque
passion
Hungry for each other’s naked body
barriers none
Consumed the condiments of love
enhanced flavor
In the streets of my mind I find you
The peculiar loving way you smile... laugh
The enticing ruffles of your skirt when
you walk... sway
Ripples of your soft red ribboned hair
as you walked to me...
Are as real as the rainbow appearing
after a drizzle
As real as the sweet petrichor smell of
earth
Helios and Zeus spread love joy to the
hungry soil
As real as your craving for my
yearning love
As you came to me our caresses hands
lips finding
Their way to satisfy our insatiable
youthful desires
As I glanced back in my memory
And saw the red ribbon on your hair
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(c)ndr 07.02.2023
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