in the gentle waves
naked in the mallaca straits
young carefree with new boyfriend
(holiday romance)
lanterns a feint shimmer
from the restaurant on the beach
magic
clothes left on the sand
stolen by fishermen collecting crabs
making our way to the restaurant
starkers dripping wet
tim ( still remember his name)
grabbed a white table cloth from an empty table
much to the bemusement of the diners
wrapped us in it as we scampered laughing
back to the hotel
you are probably a greying grandad now tim
i still have photos of us from that holiday
but i cant for the life of me remember your last name
magical moments
fleeting holiday romance
will never forget
I never had a holiday romance, but I enjoyed yours!
ReplyDeleteNice haibun, luv the tinge of laughter
ReplyDeleteMuch❤love
You're an adventurous soul, if this is a true story. Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteA joyful rendering! Love the way it slips through shadows and laughter.
ReplyDeleteOh, I had me one of dem flingies, ages ago, but it didn't turn out well.
ReplyDeleteYou and Tim were a wild pair once upon a time. Wherever Tim is now, he no doubt smiles at the memory! Loved it.
ReplyDeleteGood on you - the way memories are made that sustain us throughout life.
ReplyDeleteAnd still fun in the remembrance! Delightfully told.
ReplyDeleteI am glad you had an adventurous past as it is always good to have a chuckle about the fun you once had.
ReplyDeleteIt's always a pleasure reminiscing about the adventurous past!💝
ReplyDeleteWho needs a last name? Tim will did--and did!
ReplyDeleteOh to see two lovers needing the cover of a tablecloth! You aren't the only ones who won't forget :)
ReplyDeleteI knew you had a wild streak in you! Sounds like a fun, nostalgic memory. I like how you made it fit so well in this narrative poem.
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