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Not The Way It Was
The color is wrong,
not the way I remember
on that day. I was
all over you, hot
and lively, I am sure that's right
and the way you stayed
a force all tangled
with me, touch for touch and breath
for honeyed hot breath,
I've no question there
but the light was different
and the hues, more red.
February 10, 2013 11:53 AM
after all that, you just think about the colors???? LOL!
ReplyDeleteErr, I'm an artist.
DeleteOh for sure, at times like this, I'm thinking color too! Ha ha! Great write!
ReplyDeleteJust like a long forgotten memory. Time fades the details
ReplyDeleteHugs
SueAnn
I like this!
DeleteI think you're mistaking the surroundings for Seventh Heaven, which is where she obviously sent you!
ReplyDeleteGirl power!
DeleteI have a nephew who sees and remembers everything in colors. I love that.
ReplyDelete=)
Thank you.
DeleteWell, don't most good memories take on a golden light?
ReplyDeleteThe awkward colours got to me too!:)
ReplyDeleteSome memories fade - but not those of red hot passion...
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Honeyed-hot little poem!
ReplyDeleteHard to tell with your eyes closed. Nice!
ReplyDeleteSo in the middle of all that heat, sometimes my eyes are not closed.
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