He’d been filled with a deep longing,
having last seen her
a week, that felt like months ago
Winter turned seventy, there and then
when his heart beamed
the birth of spring
at the sight of her
He planted a kiss
on her forehead
and from her smile
down to her painted toenails,
pointedly standing,
to embrace his tall frame
she took his breath away
as her lips met his
and blushed Autumn sixteen
They spent the day together,
clasped, inter-etched,
kissed,
and fanned the flames,
the flames of love…
She loved cooking for him
as he toplessly did the dishes
Tending the meal
she turned
their gazes locked
and declared their promises
The air was flammable
The fire was in their eyes
and summer was twenty-one!