- Many thanks to my frequent collaborator and friend Aston Kamunde for giving me his first draft to this poem, and allowing me to strengthen it.
Gentle touch as echoes pass
Remnants of the night
fell softly like feathery petals
many of them
reminding me of her
perfectly crafted in black and gold
Soft winds drew me
in and out
quenching my thirst
A thousand kisses
splattered like sunny secrets from the gods
deep with love songs.
Unaware of the impending dawn
fantasy and lust chain me
and no word feels alive
none could describe this feeling
does she remember me?
will she call me?
will she ever come back again my way?
Photo credit – Nicolas Postiglioni