Mine now lonely

Written by: James Peranteau

I remember
the rush
the flush;

her tresses ‘pon mine flesh
were floating
softly caressing, 
as her whisper in mine ear

as I muse
of those memories 
in mine now lonely,
this pen I hold dear
‘pon mine slip

as did she
above I
on those long and loving
summer nights  

I surly missed all my friends here,
much love to you all poets !