La Kremlin

Remember the shuttering passion

like lightening screaming through our skin?

Those days clear as Holy water

slide softly into my mind, slipping away

only when my reluctant eyes close in darkness.

We said forever, forever is soon, too soon.

I love you like the bells of Le Kremlin

Sunday mornings and French music.

The vineyards have never been this fragrant.

We have always been Sauvignon Blanc sweet.