Lilac Blouse Poem by Paul Hartal

It snows
As the afternoon braids
Lavender threads of turquoise longing
Into a soulful sanctuary
Of remembrance.

It rained
When the first time
I unbuttoned your wool coat
And under a lilac blouse
I touched your silky breast
Wondering about its sight
And the taste of your
Hardened nipple.

Sunny memory
Still holds your hand
Rejoicing in your kisses and embrace
But my heart mourns
Our unborn children
Born out of unconsummated nights.

In the cold space
I follow now the winding path
Of your warm smile
The silent echo of your graceful glance
And caress the ethereal void
Through which once
You had passed.