Young Love

By Nikki Anne Schmutz


Years later I still taste

your lingering flavor.

It kisses my senses

fills my mind.

Memories of dark

lonely roads,

a broken convertible top,

Lovers Point –

huddled together

in cold March air…

but not for us.

Closer than close,

body molded to body

admiring the highway –

a lighted ribbon below.

Stars twinkle acting as an

umbrella shading young lovers

unaware of the world.

Lost in each other –

our hands wander,

lips find,

eyes close in exploration….


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