Sunshine on her face lulled her
Years have whittled her down
and deepened the hollow on the base of her neck
She put a scarf on her head, perhaps to hide her hair
That has lost its shine and curl.
Love is a tender kiss on many
A sharp axe on her
She liberates love from all promises
And frees herself from all illusions
What had seemed almost real
left memories of unseen and untold
In the dullness of time
She wrenched herself free from her thoughts
and ran barefoot towards her freedom
to begin the new experience of being just 'her'
Her past has amassed
Precious moments
for the expenses of her present and future.
She kissed the time and marveled at those treasures.
The detritus of her savage moments cannot scar the love in her.
It begins where it ends
she just had to know the last word.
Her lips came together
...and she smiled!
