She Was His
She was his. It was late fall of sixty-nine
and ‘with a little help from my friends’
we danced as one to the lure
of Joe Cocker’s voice.
I held her
close
relishing
her warmth and fragrance.
She melted in my embrace
savouring a final memory.
She was his. It was late fall of sixty-nine.
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Contest: I THINK OF YOU
Sponsor: Gautami Phookan
Placed: HM
14th February 2015
Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2015
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