There Was A Time
There Was A Time...............
©-MFB III
She remember
secret messages
sent with eager fingers
on the slipstreams of inkjets
blood coursing
through their veins
to those most private places
they had yet to explore.
They were fresh
like warm loaves
of hot bread steaming
and begging for the silk
of buttering each other up.
They bantied words about
their thoughts turning to
love and possibilties,
they wrote passioned poems
with fingers pressing buttons
not of the flesh kind
but fleshing out a
long distance intimacy
between them.
She haunted his dreams
like the soft wisp
of a kiss denied,
and he chased her promise
between lonely sheets.
He was the Gable floating
high over her Tara,
coveting those
scarlet lips
that were
far too soon
gone with the wind.
Distance and time
eventually eroded
what they savored
into just a passing fancy
now they are not in love
nor at war
they simply
remain civil.
But they will always
cherish what they
once thought they
might have had.