A Distant Echo

It is the impossible…is it you I had felt your presence seconds before the softness of your voice swept once again across my life’s landscape harvesting all of the passion that I have only known, tasted and shared with you so very long ago...a lifetime ago your voice…that sweet warm voice that once dissolved all of time herself for me a voice whose soft murmur alone could strip away any resistance in a heartbeat to desire...to need...to take and to give the scent of hunger, passion and timeless moments loves perfect trilogy…amoré came so easily to us I used to inhale your perfumed fragrance as if my very life depended on it I held you in my arms through the night as a stranded man holds belief to his chest thoughts of your kisses haunt me still a kiss so staggeringly soft that its memory alone brings tears to my eyes and now, a distant echo from a forbidden past we had said our goodbyes in Italy long ago and yet the taste of you has lingered on my lips as if your touch could never end unimaginable…you can never truly say goodbye to the one that enfolds your dreams takes you to your knees…over and over I turned instinctively to face the imposter how dare she mimic to perfection the one true voice of passion in my life there have been others since I could never lie to you but l have loved only you and my love I do It is the impossible…it is you IRISH