From Time to Time

The practiced dullness of my affections
can be startled by wayward charm
or candid caress
of wind upon my cheek
which can transport me to a time
before I halted my heart

When thoughts of love,
strained by the ebb and flow
of fickle fancy,
were steeped in youthful notions -
like painted rainbows
promising prize at journey's end

When heated kisses
left mouths watered
for mountains more
and no measure of time
was enough to fill
my appetite for another

But these mental forays
into the forgone days
of presumptuous pleasures
do not induce cravings for more,
but rather strengthen my resolve to return
to the tranquility of my seclusion

Author's Note

I heart alliteration

Reviews

[Zugzwang]

Thanks for this. It can be a sad thing to be alone but for many, it is a solace. I am one of the latter.

[Gaia Octavia]

You are very welcome ☺