a poem by Joseph SpenceIt has been a long time since,she was fine—flourishing!She always seemed sonaturally desiring, nourishing,My mind going lispingly loco,she was like bubbling hot mochaSuch an awesome creationmade of fine ebony cocoa,Imagination going wildI bet she could have had the spoilNo doubt I would have beencaptured with her winning style. She was like the cool soft touchof autumn’s evening breezePassing me just mesmerizinglytickling my cheeks,Hair starting to grow on the backof my neck clinging to staticTransformation of her electrictranquility illuminates like magic,Feet felt like walkingon thin air of invisible cloudsMy heart could not whisperand started shouting out loud—“Hello!” Uncontrollable urgeswildly fighting my spiritBattle within to win like afighting marine of great merits,An about face I had to makebecause she was my tasteNot lost in time and spaceshe was like Susie Q from the waist,I was not a French Foreign Legionsoldier lost in the desertAbsolutely not a mirage before me,passing me—removing my shirt! Soaking in the tan from the resonating heatjust drenched on my feetShe was so neat,complete, looked so sweet,creation could not repeat,The street turned to pastures,picnic baskets, butterflies, fragranceSwitching to white sandy beaches,blankets, and building sand castles,Voice weak,I squeaked a peep,she turned, my world stood stillMind floating as if I had taken a pill,like a flash—Help me, I felt a chill! She smiled,lips parted,tongue moved, I had a notionStill turning, her hair moving slowly,like a karate kick in slow motion,Eyes blinking, I could not move,“Yes I remember,”she whisperedHer memory better than mine,“How are you?”My bread was buttered,It has been years since,queen of the prom,homecoming queen,My ship has landed,“Coffee at noon?”My heart whispered—“Yes!”