So Nice

The last time we met I noticed the bright red flowers in your hair, Milk soft skin radiating through heaven’s gate I wanted to kiss your tender hand. Knees buckling from the sweet scent of your perfume, our bodies locked like falling birds, We kissed and ran as fast as we could like two kittens playing with a ball of yarn. Landing on our feet, we walked along the crimson cobblestone streets, At our favorite sidewalk café we talked and shared this wonderful moment. We celebrated life with French bread and good wine. It was nice to see your lovely smile remain, on an empty glass of wine and a bite of bread.