I remember your smile
the awkward way you blushed
when someone caught you
dreaming about me.

Some days there was distance
between us, but mostly
I remember your arms
wrapped around my waist
the sound of your breath
close to my ears, the warmth
of sunshine as we strolled
on a summer afternoon.

Evening shadows
that had no underlying message.
You turning to me
in a moment of passion.
The day over,
our hearts entwined.


words: Peggy Fletcher, Canada
photo: Brandon Hoover, Java (javajive)

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