Sweet amnesia in her arms – K. B

Sweet amnesia in her arms.

 
She welcomed me
With her usual kindness.

We spoke on the
Phone before,
Couldn’t find
My way home,

Attracted like
A magnet
To her house
And her little
Room.

She was happy
And laughing,
Again.

We sat next to each
Other,

I was looking
At her legs,

Listening
To her sweet
Voice.

We kissed.

She laid
A reassuring
Hand,

I’m sure
My parents
Must be
Choking
By now
( laugh).

We exchanged
Our last news,

The people
We met
And the
Reasons
We had
To keep
Going,

Working
On our freedom
And our past
Love
Rekindled
By events.

I asked her
Gently if
She wanted
To get naked,

Otherwise
I would’ve
Already
Left
To eat
My spaghetti
In my haunted
House.

She said yes,
Casually,
While texting
Her brother,
Not even
Lifting
Her eyebrow.

There she was
Again,

Radiant
And alive,

And well.

The rest ..
It lies in
My memory,

In a private
Room.
( chuckle).

 
K.B.

 

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