You still remember?
That noteworthy December
When flakes of snow coated our legs
Frigid, yet we damned the regs.
Stuffed in the unclothed diary
An artifact that archived your fiery
Our tale of lust
The kiss, the smooch, the thrust.
The uncouth fling was our genesis
And stone cold feet our nemesis.
Hibiscus swung, purple her glorious petals
Heralded our future, sparkles of royal fettles
Withered leaves frittered the road
Our red carpet cum the white that snowed.
The time it drifted slow away
With pleasant smell of vine in May.
The immaculate meadow
Smirched by our tramples and shadow,
Condoned our jamborees, we sinned
Despite the warning of the raging wind.
Even the cattle smirked with hatred
For it no longer greened on the path we threaded.
Our tale of love like nectar sweet
Climaxed at night to tom-tom’s rhythmic beat
Emotions drowned, we fell apart, estranged.
Our ottoman under the umbrella tree
Is where lizards now drill with loose spree
The birds chirp to the cackle of the hens
They miss our frolicking with their pens
But now you tell me it is all dreams
For it never snows in the path where the sun beams