Tangerine
Published in
Aug 8, 2022
By Linda S. Gunther
Can you believe
all those years rolled by
and it didn’t really matter?
We touch, caress
settle like pear-shaped raindrops
glide down that curling
slope
of tangerine dream
consumed by lust
and the memory of us
Back then
on the lake
in the faded blue boat
my fingers wrapped around
wood paddles
your toes skimming the water
a book of poetry in your lap
the words of William Blake
your voice gentle, silky
Awake now sweet lady
We may be much older
but today is still young
