Bolero

evening breezes cool our love

burning in its early passions.

The waves softly sing love songs

As they break on our bare feet

Someone is playing Bolero on a flute

I can feel their fingers on my heart

The salty air purifying my senses

breaking into old memories

of lovers  never found.

Someone is playing Bolero on a flute

Note by note touching my soul

I feel the passions red and on fire.

I need the sultry air to drown my needs.

Reflection of moon and starlight on the waves.

Now uneasy at this intrusion but spellbound