candid and dry to the touch and feel
memories unopened depart from real
her hair smelled of lilacs smoothed to a shine
events with her always astutely sublime

but soon, as in late August the skies start to change
passions and fires begin to rearrange
uncertainty now ruled in a lofty place
where her radiant poise dwelled in permanent grace

seen always as a dancing sultry delight
hot breath in harmony so adept in the night
tenderly she did slide to a pondering past
now lost, her square mouth smile will always last