" Now That She's Flown Away..."

In the wee-small coolness of Love's "Chicago" archetypical lake shore drives
The ride, head on, into the winds of her absence and sardonic presence
The way her hair lay's brownly across my chest, with diving curls
And the windswept indoors, a charity, of decent words
Where the rose of her cheeks, in moments of intimately embarrassing moments
With the blanket, the swimming remembrance,  of loving comments
Where the rosy cheeked laughter of her invitation to "sensuality's" EYE
The reason why, my Love is sad, NOW, that she's away
Now that she's flown away
I contemplate
The future of this Love
And Love's way
Of brightly
Shining
The Light
Of GOD
upon us.......

Tony Taylor    (Chicago)