That August night, too hot for even a sheet,
the only light the red glow of
Your post ****** cigarette,
A strand of red hair strayed across your face..
The valley of your ******* was sweet with sweat.
This last time we would ever be together.
We would not make an occasion of regret
We were both more silent than usual that night.
Each knowing that to speak would break the spell.
In time we would forget each others flaws.
Choosing to remember just the Love
But this is where we kissed and said goodbye
And left for separate cities where we dwell
On nights like this I’ll muse what might have been
But wanting what you have is just as well.