Corner hidden
in the bin downstairs
that museums my
memento-ed souvenirs
is a black and white
treasured strip,
15 year woman dawned
captured
stills from an arcade
booth
too many
years removed.

Whimsy sought
dug frustrated "where?"
epiphany  alas
triumphant exhale
freeing and
holding again
your filmed teen
face in fingered tips
reminiscing how
I breathed you then.

Sweet lips
invitingly posed
four visions of a
beautiful youth
pageantly shared,
I momentarily
danced
reincarnating
that fleeting
summer's day.

Musings molt
whispered her
perfectly prime now
intimately sure
lips sweet
15 matured 51
desired conclusively
each I love
each I loved. . .