We met on a Tuesday.
You were nervous blush but bright.
I for myself exhaled expertise
In a rush I touched and clutched.
With the approach of a tease
I drove your hand and clutch we fixed.
With that we were bent
And indoors prisoners upon we went.
Both felling gloomy and lame
We naked conventions, pride, literary fame!
Suddenly we remembered
We were not ordinary pieces
Made from paper or tissues.
Through dinner and cream fish
We climbed high and had a full dish
And with a final a glowing spark
we slimmed again alone to the dark.
Taken with the Time
God gave us to spend
Together we embraced
Music Literature and lime.
And drinks those we sipped.
Though our lips they never reached.
As to the wildest of desires, that -
We did tame...
Oh, and did any mortal,
Any mortal
For that matter - ever submitted
Ever tamed!
These senseless words I wrote, in a cold winter night, in a gray framework of mind, having for companion but a crisp wind and a bittersweet memory; a remembrance of you, you most graceful being I’ve met, my very true - Mrs Ana Blue.
