Jenna

Posted in portraits by Denise Rafkind on January 5, 2015

Sometimes…
reflections turn over.
On the belly of reminiscence,
are the moves of a sundrenched love.

I’m pulled, always.

There is nothing in my eyes,
except the sights of sand against skin.
When passion exceeds the moment,
and a life.

I’m pulled, always.

Our shadows…
Under that sun…
It was an old scene, in a new day.
Hands clasped, embraced.

I’m pulled, always.

To visions close and afar.
The strap.
The ring.
Those eyes, and the soft bareness of her knees.

I’m pulled, always.

The velvet feel of romance.
Everything was warm.
She’ll be here tomorrow…my love.