I know
Love and adoration
I remember their scent......so well
Stored in a shoebox on top of my aged wardrobe
Wrapped in reminiscent bright pink tissue
Origami of the mind
Occasionally I climb reach and tug at the scarlet silk ribbon that surrounds it
Tip toeing through diligent daisies
Open the storage to all I hold, oh so precious
And
Smell the memorable scent of our anticipation
Regard the look of adoration
Feel the touch of passion stroke the thighs of my wishful mind
Hear the sighs of whimsical, after thoughts
And I am back in your arms as your most prized possession
At the moment just after
............
The Oh so precious moment before
This is still great, such an honest recollection with passion and just a hint of longing, not for what could have been, but for what was in that very special moment, an occasional sanctuary or past perfection.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sweet love and all its longings and memories. This was an enjoyable read!