Staring out a window,
I remember a lifetime ago;
A different time, a different place,
A vision of angelic loveliness in her face.
Barely speaking English, but a wondrous accent,
The chemistry of our bodies was extravagantly fluent;
Ten years my senior, with an erotic, teaching hand,
A boy when I met her, but growing into a man.
Time moves on, in its harsh way,
But back in the U.S., I remember her to this very day;
I'm in the winter solstice of my life, I construe,
But to my grave and beyond, I'll remember my Burgundy Beau.
