A mischievous spark of the crafty kind
That slams into me like a bolt from behind
Slightly distorted with rose coloured age
It grabs at my soul and returns my heart to a distant page
Flashes of laughter on soft focused faces
Dance into my head from long hidden places
Filling up all the ignored empty spaces
With a warmth the equal of any sun
It sooths my soul
And recalls my heart to fun
Snatches of soft breath setting skin shivering
Secrets of my mind deliciously floating
Memories of taste and touch re-awakening
Tender as the wings of a dove
It frees my soul and reminds my heart of love
I miss you Stephen; I always will.......
(in memorium)
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