He heard the silent lingering pleas
Incomplete and filled with pain.
Tasted the sweet sugary stickiness
her lips made when pressed against his.
Her weak moans of delight riding in the
night air, days after her smooth jazzy
touch melted from his mind...
of that night,
of that month,
of that year.
When she appeared abruptly &
evaporated as steam rising
from a boiling kettle of
fear with a bit of indifference.
Mysteriously drawn to the depth
of her big brown eyes...
There he made a home, and
questioned the nature of
That was seven long years ago,
oddly enough for her it was
seven minutes too late..