Priceless
Priceless is the moment
which is a memory
that lingers evermore
and elicits from me
romantic poetry.
His eyes of ebony;
his lashes - wisps against my cheek;
his breath soft and sweet
on the nape of my neck
before his lips -
light like feathered magic
touched on mine;
The feelings he awakened
which made me feel so beautiful
as if I were a goddess
for one special night.
I was between the end of my carefree youth
and at the start of those strange years
when a person's path in life gets chosen.
Other boys had come and gone.
Others would come and go.
Because my time with him was all too brief,
he shines forever in my mind -
unblemished.
And whether he is still alive or dead . . .
i think of him the way I still recall him
that week (and in particular, that precious night)
at the end of my last dear sheltered summer.
I dedicate my most romantic poems
to the boy from Quebec.
Dec. 27, 2022
For the "Priceless Poetry Contest" of Regina McIntosh
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