It is late
The soft light
Reflects my solemn grace.
The haunting arc
Of memory’s bounties
Floods my body
With sweet remembrance.
I revisit your vivid face
Suffused with smiles
Your strong embrace
Forcing the air from my lungs
So that I taste again
that plunging kiss, sweet abyss
Floating on our fraught delight.
I smile and reshape that tang
Across the weft of our shared life
Still coruscating with the mighty thrill
Of lover’s first rites.
November 2018
Gar Jones
The soft light
Reflects my solemn grace.
The haunting arc
Of memory’s bounties
Floods my body
With sweet remembrance.
I revisit your vivid face
Suffused with smiles
Your strong embrace
Forcing the air from my lungs
So that I taste again
that plunging kiss, sweet abyss
Floating on our fraught delight.
I smile and reshape that tang
Across the weft of our shared life
Still coruscating with the mighty thrill
Of lover’s first rites.
November 2018
Gar Jones