Memory Lane

A first kiss found in dandelion spray. Memories etched in honeysuckle sweet. Hands held in sunlight, darkened only by the secret. Eyes locked together while the keys were tossed to the future. Drunk on the taste of our skin … or was it the sin? Poetry that resonated with lust, uninhibited and unrealized. Those are the moments I choose to save. If I remember the pain, there will be no saving me again.

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