Aftertastes
I remembered
just now,
how good you
then felt
inside and out ..
While you
were squeezed
up like that
between an old
broken
refrigerator
and me, in what
was once
our bijou but
more than just
adequate
east European
kitchenette ..
And then, I also
recollect
how you tasted
of both
homemade
rakia and apricots
fresh from the garden ..









Oooh, now that’s a delicious reminiscence! I wish I knew what rakia tasted like. 😊
Passionately penned, Neville. Sweet memories indeed, an excellent write my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
I love this.