A faded picture
Of a swing set
On a lonely porch
Of two hands
Twined like vine
A waning sketch
Of imprints of feet in sand
And millions of words
Created in
Moonlight starlight and daylight
Millions of chuckles ,Smirks
Laughs and Hugs
Millions of Kisses
Blushes and Cold shivers
Memories living in skin and lips
I'll run my wrinkled hands over each of them