Together

.

w

e

.

waltz

into

.

t

h

e

.

serene

tease

.

o

f

.

a

.

smooth

.

a

n

d

.

soothing

dream . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

for

.

a

.

moment

believe

.

w

e

.

might

never

.

n

e

e

d

.

to

leave . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ we

might

.

never

.

n

e

e

d

.

to

leave . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Anticipation

burns . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Passion

breeds . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Memory

blurs . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

conscience

bleeds . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

within

.

t

h

e

.

private

rooms

.

o

f

.

margarita

moods

.

a

n

d

.

reminiscent

views . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Cartoon

colors

bloom . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

pleasing

images

brew . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

They

brew

.

a

n

d

.

confuse . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

They

brew

.

a

n

d

.

confuse . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

They

brew

.

a

n

d

.

confuse . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

wanted

illusions

.

w

i

t

h

.

the

truth.

Reflection: This was a romantic-themed poem that I wrote back in May of 2001 in reflection of some of the exploratory, romantic adventures I had in my earlier years. They were brief but passionate, exciting experiences that I would never trade.