I've been out of touch
But today's the day I see her again
I brush my teeth twice and shave real smooth
Then go to catch the bus
Her place has a red door
I am ushered into an inner room
My heart is beating fast
As I lie down and wait
She arrives
Her face leans over mine
Her hair brushes my cheek
I look into her eyes
Fluttering lashes
Her scent takes me back...
Her name was Agnes
Her smile was bright
We met on VE day
And danced all night
Her face leans over mine
Her fingers slip between my lips
I recall the words of the song
'I hunger for your touch'
That my grandson loves to play...
Agnes is long gone
Taken by a stroke
She was my only sweetheart
And I her only bloke
I'd drifted again
She gently calls me back
She adjusts my chin
It's so good to be touched.
I love going to the dentist.
About the Creator
Bryan Allen
Global citizen.
Lived in six countries, speak about six languages.
Working as a freelance proofreader.
Passionate about the environment, equality and self-expression.
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