you have this spot archived like right in my iris a place forefront in my cerebellum a name I see in granite written
childhood's innocence rebirthed sidewalks chalked in squares
hopping skipping again
a great change a revisit to the passions of youth
and I want to innocently kiss you love
a first kiss a blush again
the rush flowing like the winds from the west
carrying essences of tropical plants
morning coffees on that porch
I have in this premonition