This morning
I found a pretty purple note
Tucked inside the pocket
Of my leather jacket
My eyebrow lifted in a puzzled quirk
I pulled out the pretty purple note
Curious to ferret out its secrets
The lingering scent on papery surface
Tracks ticklish footprints across my nose
I unfolded the pretty purple note
With nary a quake of my hand
The corners of my mouth twitch into a smile
As subtle images pertaining
To a night of naked shared passion flash by
Our kisses shy at first then tenacious
Our soft whispers morphed into raucous moans
Heralding the quakes of shared orgasmic release
I read the handwriting
On the pretty purple note
All shreds of doubt eliminated
“Can I see you again?
Love, Your Kitten”
Collar of my leather jacket
Pulled up against the wind
Ribbons of sunlight
Reflecting off silver jacket buttons
I tuck the pretty purple note
Inside next to my heart
I’d already decided
I’ll see her again…

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©Lynn Kupfer

once more
as in times before
I find I’m only a catalyst
a stepping stone
in someone else’s path…..

once more
how prophetic it was
time indeed would tell
the planted seeds of possibilities
crumble under the weight of patience
and perhaps not enough of trust…….

once more
I wrestle with the “what ifs”
the missed clues
the lost opportunities
things left unspoken
until it was too late……

once more
I wonder where did I go wrong
what did I do or not do
to grasp what I touched
and make it mine…..

once more
when my heart is whole again
I’ll be the drifter
the wanderer
soaring on whatever winds
my wings may find…..

©Lynn Kupfer
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