. . . and I remember when
her pale high forehead wore a fringe,
she tied her hair back in a bun
and I could span her slender waist
with my two hands,
and in the evenings we would dance
so close that I could feel the warmth of her
and smell her fragrance clinging to her hair.

. . . and I remember when
we would take a train to some deserted beach
and there amongst dunes, amongst the sedge
all of the day we lay,
two bodies merged as one,
lost in oblivion
in those far distant days
when I was king of all the world and she my lovely queen,
when we were young
when my adoring eyes
were filled with love,
and her.

Tom.