Thoughts at a French Cafe

He thinks of her when late evening shadows fall 
across his haggard wrinkled face 
as he aches to remember every detail, 
wanting once more to intimately trace
with his smooth fingers the luscious shape 
of her hips even when she aged, 
were pure joy to embrace
as side by side they lay.

He wants to feel her red rose lips 
pressed to his, the way she kissed
when she felt his desire, 
his love; raging passion rising 
with their bodies in sync, wrapped
in this beautiful rapturous curse.
These memories haunt him now she’s gone, 
for the hunger and yearning grows worse
with each endless night and day.

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Linda Lee Lyberg is an author, poet, wife, and mother. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 23 years and her dog, Ricky Bobby who loves to go real fast. She writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. Several of her works have appeared in various anthologies and online literary magazines.
You can read more of her works at: and her Amazon Author Page

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