Moment in Time

You were raw and naked in your wandering light

I opened my palms toward your retreating back

a loose canvas upon which I could paint my own strokes

You touched me as caressing wind gently touches daffodils

I inhaled your presence into my essence, tasting you

yearning to tender you a cup of passionate soul

to offer you my world of fresh juicy peaches dripping

needing to stroke your sinewy hands in my sleep

I sighed in my solitude watching your ghost

in my rays of light retreating in the misty distance

your image frozen icicles in winter of my memories

I hung on, gripping the fleeting image of a stranger

whose fragrance crept stealthily into my life for only

                   A MOMENT IN TIME