Blinded (Picture Prompt #10)

Moonlight

sunlight

dawn’s early rays

scented air.

Sea salt

lilacs

romance

roar of the waves

crashing to shore.

Time slows

seconds become minutes

minutes become hours

hours……days……years

when does it end?

Sand trickles through my fingers

each grain 

a specific memory of our lives.

Nostalgic

I yearn for days of summer 

strawberry kisses

wine glazed bodies

hot looks

desire sparking from the slightest touch.

Winter has fallen

dreary

grey

alone so I am.

Lingering

taste of your lips

brush of your fingers

lust

love.

An affair to remember

to ruminate over

silent tears

forgotten pain…..

why oh why

am I so blind?

Copyright April 17/19

Picture via Pinterest again provided by The Eclectic Contrarian