haunting Echo

“glass will cut you every day, and sometimes you will crawl through hell

to feel the sun.” ― Ben Ditmars

Indigo twilight slides in with stealthy whispers 
While waning candlelight flames tremble and waver 
The jade bottle is empty and the crystal glass heavy

Closing ocean wave eyes, my dream memories come alive
Of fresh rain on rugged mountains, red fire in western sky
When we held each other close on a cold stormy night

The rough brush of hardened hands against silken skin
Running calloused fingers over my silken thighs
The haunting echo of youthful love back then, back when

We were whole, our souls an inner smoldering light
Of fresh rain on rugged mountains, red fire in western sky
When we held each other close on a cold stormy night

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

The Sunday Muse #174

31 Comments on “haunting Echo

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  2. Gorgeous expression of a memory. It is full of image and emotion. Love your Ben Ditmars quote. I’ve written two anthologies with Ben and cowritten other pieces as the whim hits us.

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