In my imagination
purple shadows dance,
then creep and envelope
the lovers  as they
linger in twilight dusk,
pink air surrounding them..
protecting their love.
Soft, tender kisses
collected in a bowlfull
of memories to be
taken out and remembered
and   tasted once more.
You take my hand
and press it to your lips
and the heavens sing
all around us.

Kay Ekwall©