"Full Circle"

We smile a while in instinct style

Posing partner with perplexity.

The wonder of an eyebrow blend -

A mystery behind hands of leather.

Well recanted  ‘I miss you’s

Lift meaning from Monet skies:

Improvisions never preened

As importunate persistence.

Imperfections of self and soul

Become monarchical marches

Toward memories of ‘first we met’

And fancies of endeavor.

That time provides impedance,

Our reactance and resistance,

To the torrent of torrid feelings

Is impeachable encroachment.

Aged, let’s see with younger eyes,

Paged passions of tacit moment,

Into a past that two instill –

Foundation for refreshment.

C Taylor, Jr.

(Copyright applied for as part of a collection, hopefully coming soon to your bookstore!)