03-07-2013, 07:59 PM
You kissed me once,
Heather Denton, by your father’s
coal-shed, between the rhododendrons
and the rest of my life, since
which time I have been confused
as to your intention. You may
think it odd that some sixty years later
I remember my first time, I didn’t really,
but today I passed rhododendron
of exactly the same shade.
Heather Denton, by your father’s
coal-shed, between the rhododendrons
and the rest of my life, since
which time I have been confused
as to your intention. You may
think it odd that some sixty years later
I remember my first time, I didn’t really,
but today I passed rhododendron
of exactly the same shade.