Harsh: A Poem

Oh, the soft scent of love
The feel, the taste
Like champagne and strawberries
Or chocolate and red wine

Rich, luxurious, new...
Love
Like a decadent wine
Growing stronger-
And sweeter-
With age

Oh, but don't you remember?
Remember, remember?
That first caress against her cheek
The slide of your gentle touch

Oh, but don't you remember?
Remember, remember?
That first secret kiss
His lips like spiced silk

Oh, the soft scent of love
The sight, the sound
Of a dinner alone
Can be...
Oh, so alone, can be...

Harsh.