Amber Memories
You were with
this girl.
I was with
this man.
And we met
Despite our
Promises to them.
Your eyes were
Aflame and your beard
was long.
I was bashful
At first.
Until you put
Cold beer
Between my legs.
And I returned
For a second visit.
Always wanting more
of what I cannot
and should not have.
It was that first gaze
Which made me believe
I'd always remember
And always be wanting
You.
Copyright © Ian D. Campbell | Year Posted 2018
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