I was walking on the pathway
by the highway near the ocean
when I saw a tidy park-bench
so I thought I’d take a break
As I sat there on the park-bench
near the ocean by the highway
I saw the shaded profile
of a woman closing in
Her hair was flowing freely –
over the tip of her left shoulder -
her face was like the solitude
of beauty and its beau
She walked with grace and elegance
not seen by me for years
She spoke with softness and sincerity
that made her seem surreal
My attention now was focused
on her smile (she looked happy)
she grabbed my hand and I stood
by the girl who so impressed
Years ago it was - when we were
last together – when we sat
and shared sweet kisses -
encompassing the night
What brings you here; she asked me
(I was stammering and stuttered)
what to say that would entice her
to stay a while more
Time went by - we started chatting
(no awkward silences between us)
just remembrances of times past
and thoughts of what the future held
She made me smile (couldn’t help it)
I was controlled by her perception
of a man still holding flowers
for the blooming rose of life
I put my arm around her
as we walked away together
on the pathway by the highway
near the ocean where we’d met.
sensualism 