Remember Her

I always liked the way she played with her hair.... across from the vast expanse of the bed, legs up, with her back against the wall, I saw what she felt.... and she could hold me with her deep angel-eyes ---- oogle me to stare long, or leap upon her wondrous teases; It was a time to play in some boy-girl laughing land, some 'gentile' course devoid of the harsh of the world, she too lovely for such petty, too splendid with one wave, with one annointed gaze my darker footsteps fade.... no pain to clutch in her most welcome arms ---- the world could wait.... ten thousand years, I've longed such love more infinite with me (now soft), she of fine recipes and finer whims to tickle the itch in my soul, the immediate meld of our hands, shall need no other assurance " I am here, always, " she breathed upon the cold steps, winding through life crooked with doubt .....how monolith her mist sifts sweet upon frozen winds, and warms my sullied heart ---- that fades.....fades fast while she's amiss! how empty this old urn without her ---- dead my able bones, and the heart which my melancholy makes, helpless, sick with deeper wans, greater-goods shall not prevail this lame steed for long Though I best remember her and smile, and call the good of it my memory has found, eased with her sweet-lovely ---- but too sweet for one mighty man, and her wings swift with silken downs, o'er the flowered hills; she goes, this bird of gypsy will, her flight crimson til dusk; this dove she flew but once, and her affections have been awhile.... the tear is long and its drip dire, though I shall try to remember her (and smile) ***Based on a movie I saw,(though some of it comes from pleasant recollections(lol!) very sad, but she returns in the end!*** Written in 2014