REMEMBRANCE
(Poem by Wendy Howe )
see also the french version

Summer comes again
massaging my skin
with his soft tan,

and I think of you;
of how it felt
when we were together
arching our backs
against a white sail of cloud.

We stood on the cliff
balanced ageless
by heights of love and stone.

You whispered lines of verse
and I drew your breath around me

like a scarf
strewn with flower petals
and yearning
spun fine
as Chinese silk.

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