I was thinking
About something
I’d forgotten
Long before
It wandered
In my mind that morn’
Like it had been
In store
It came to pass
I raised my glass
And took a sip
To say
That everything
And anything
Would flow from it
Today
Reflected in –
The glass revealed
A woman’s
Supple face
And with a start
No time to grasp
Her splendour
Or her grace
Our hands would clasp
Our eyes would stare
Our toes entwined
Below
Radiating
Beauty –
Beaming warmth –
An inner glow.
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