50 Years Later

I remember pausing on the round of your upper-lip...thinking, surely no round was ever so soft, so finely appealing. Proceeding over the wing like curves to edges, feeling as if in flight, lingering on the lower – a journey of tastes, and longing...and then the parting, and divine probing... Afterwards we laid back, admiring the stars; each sparkle seeming diamonds are indeed forever; each one counted a thousand more burst into view, as would a rocket glitter the night sky at a fair... We were young and knew everything and nothing Several days later our Four Wheel Technology took you from me Time stopping both our hearts....