THY SWEET LOVE REMEMBERED
by John T. Baker
Thrice tender touches soft as misting snow,
Ten thousand teardrops bitter more than brine,
Enraptured respites in the afterglow,
Prevaricating kisses wet with wine.

Sweet sounds of silence shared alone with you,
Late conversations contravening sleep,
Delicious whispered secrets entre nous,
Rash promises we knew we would not keep.

I feel your fondling fingers in my hair,
Besotting still the scent of your perfume;
Unpent your presence permeates the air,
Your lingered laughter rings in every room.

No matter where the fault or whose the blame,
The pain's as keen, the hurt, the hurt's the same.