03-27-2022, 09:04 PM
In the sun
Your lips were soft, honey -
smooth and delicate
(more hackneyed words weren’t said).
Eighteen, vigorous,
like a bond villainess in bed.
Cigarettes made you look
more grown up, legal age,
and I too was green
in the garden of love,
tongue tied, like a thrush
that’s forgotten to sing.
O beautiful day,
we all had our time
to blush.
Your lips were soft, honey -
smooth and delicate
(more hackneyed words weren’t said).
Eighteen, vigorous,
like a bond villainess in bed.
Cigarettes made you look
more grown up, legal age,
and I too was green
in the garden of love,
tongue tied, like a thrush
that’s forgotten to sing.
O beautiful day,
we all had our time
to blush.