You teased my skin with silken touch
immersed my soul in your embrace,
we whispered dreams to distant moons
divined our future by the runes.
Between the dusk and morningtide
chased shooting stars and will-o’-the-wisps;
explored each crag, each dampened cave,
and carved our names in hieroglyphs.
No matter how secure life seems
time devours youthful dreams…
Yet sometimes ‘tween the dusk and dawn
when full moon dips in western sky
and shines through blinds to chart the sill,
I still recall those days long gone—
time cedes her secrets from the deep
and in the cache where memories keep
the taste of you still lingers on.
© Ginny Brannan 2019
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