Chance Encounter
Who is this beautiful man once before
me, enters to stay?
So dark and alluring his eyes they
speak to me, the color of mink
with seductive glances
He motions me to sit and as I take
his hand the warmth captures me
and he is welcome
We sit on a hill surrounded by flowers
softly he speaks with words so familiar
I am at ease with myself
He feeds me, but not with a basket
made fair, but with Poetry and readings
which are so passionate they fill my
heart and soul
Every part of my being reaches out
with acceptance
For this time, this place there is only
the two of us
What ever came before vanishes and
the possibility of what lays ahead
is intoxicating...
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