Notes in Grandma's Handkerchief Drawer

While walking in the rain, we held hands, splashed in puddles, kissed beneath an elm tree. You laughed with me when the rain fell harder, drenching us on this summer afternoon.

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Your blushing bride
I am not
Rather, your older woman
Who recalls with pleasure
Our lovemaking

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Wrapped in your arms, I can pretend the world has gone away, feel only your love and strength, let my defenses down, if only for a moment.

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Love in the summer. Born of a chance encounter. Sweet as dewfall. Peaceful as dawn’s first light. Fragile as a butterfly’s wing.

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