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I saw her face last night
Carved from shadows that
Danced in a honeysuckle
Breeze, as I stood watching
From my old wooden door.

A playful kind of dance, her
Image affixed within myself
Lending credence to the tired
Motions of an old willow tree
Beneath which I had kissed her

Once.

Just that once, and oh I had been
Young, a clumsy thing that stood
Lost somewhere between fifteen and
Forever as she wrapped her arms
Around my neck to draw me closer.

And what had compelled her so, to
Hold me thus, beneath a moon that
Hid its face behind a blackened veil
Of clouds, even as hers tilted up to
Mine? Her eyes half closed, mouth half

Open.

The smell of her! A scent like no other, it
Spoke of promises whispered in darkened
Rooms and sad goodbyes, of all the things
I would never understand, this clumsy thing
Pulled along the electric current that was she.

When her lips pressed against mine, I spiraled
Out of all existence to a place I would never
Reach again, that nowhere place that spans
The vacuum between fifteen and forever where
Nothing can ever be as it was before and did I tell

You?

I saw her face last night
Carved from shadows that
Danced in a honeysuckle
Breeze, as I stood weeping
From my old wooden door…

END

“Honeysuckle Breeze”