The memory remains
Of cold flames
And skin
Against skin.
I may have learned
Her real name
But my memory retains
Rough carpet burns
And a skirt
So short,
That, on first look
I mistook
It for a belt.
No lover was spurned.
She never returned.
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Many thanks for sharing, Michael. Kevin
Thanks as well for the enjoyment, Kevin! Have a beautiful week ahead. xx Michael
I’m glad you enjoyed reading my poem, Michael. You also enjoy the coming week. Kevin
Sounds like a lost love. Sometimes sad, but there always comes a next summer. 😉 I hope you enjoy your weekend, Kevin! Best wishes, Michael
I’m glad you like my poem, Michael. I had a good weekend, and I hope you did to.
All the best. Kevin
Thank you for the wonderful news. Usually appreciated by you. Here we had temperatures below 20 degrees Celsius, the first time, but that was nothing special.The area here is called “Bavarian Siberia”.;-) xx Michael
I did, Kevin! Thanks as well. xx Michael
Gosh, that is cold! And I was complaining when the temperature at night was 3 degrees below zero!