incandescence


i remember the
delicate curve
of her neck softened
by wisps of baby-fine
amber hair that glistened
in the pale streams of
midday sun…wafts
of lavender … or
was it just a remnant
hint of Yardley’s soap
that danced
on air?

I remember
thinking to myself…
i know why
he loves her.

kat 2015


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