In my imagination, her face
Blushes like the western sky,
With a smile as wide as
The golden sands curving
Gently along the bay.

With urban pallor, I felt
A stranger in the land of
Her seaside skin, caressed
By long days of sunshine in
The lingering summers of youth.

It was a moment that has,
In some corner of my memory,
Lasted forever, like a
Lovers’ inscription on
A sheltered stone.

The passing of the years has
Somehow passed her by:
She is still seen through
The furtive eyes of the
Awkward teenager that could
Not summon a word, let alone
A friendly smile.

Perhaps that did not matter:
It always felt as though
She knew from my wide eyes
That the moment was enough.

07/01/2019

Posted on 07/16/2019
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