Sometimes a Man remembers ...
Sometimes a man remembers …
First there was Salome --
Soft, tender… she walked like music,
Flowed gracefully like the swan --
Then there was Solange´,
A Brazilian temptress, full of allure and charisma.
By God she was so beautiful!
Sweet Lynette, he recalled;
Reminisced on what might have been.
She was mature, charming, four years his senior, and he,
A handsome, dashing twenty one.
Hands held tightly they walked, locked in the moment,
Looking into each other’s eyes on soft sandy waters,
Knowing their innermost thoughts.
That night they slept together…
Amazingly, nothing happened until dawn,
When - as if by impulse –
He suddenly reached over and kissed her.
He felt her quick response,
She giving him the succulent flavour of a French rose,
As their bodies trembled with apprehension.
What prevented their love-making,
On this most glorious Caribbean morn,
He would never know. Perhaps he felt intimidated,
Perhaps his religious creed hindered his sensual fire.
That day he swore their hearts cried,
As he stepped out of the comfort of her bedroom,
Flying into the winter of a distant land.
Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. ©Copyrighted, 5th April, 2016.
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