Love and Mischief

Long dark hair, flowing over slim shoulders.

               Dancing with her man, she’s in a pastel tank,

               And flowery underwear.


               Up on the screen, a sweet scene, something blooms.

               Her smile, her freedom, like a fairy of the garden,

               Only love and mischief.


               The bloom becomes a flower, like the one I put

               In my first lover’s hair, which was long and dark,

               flowing over slim shoulders.


               A dark cadence, in the flowing locks, soft, smooth.

               One moment on the screen, when a new dream came,

               Of tenderness and a warm desire.


               A wife sleeps at my side, sleeping peaceful,

               Long dark hair flowing over a white pillow.

               A bloom watered by chance, become my life.




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