Or is it just me???

Weren't we entwined, in the music in the wine?

For when I sleep it isn't hard to find.

Oh, you sweet perfume, and how you lite up the room.

We were consumed by wild fires, and wild desires.

For in your eyes there was a pyer...

that I haven't seen since......

or is it just me???????

............This poem is part of my free style series