In the sun

[Semicircle]

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.    Clever, the cigerettes have worn his voice in by now.

O beautiful day,
we all had our time
to blush.  Regret

I like that this is a monologue,
a recounting of a warm memory.

It's sad, because this may be his one happy memory in life
that he looks back on.

At least that's what I gathered.
Thanks for the read,
Sc.