John

I felt completely illuminated

Without reason

I was technicolor
immediately
just like the leaves on the trees...

that Friday I got into the car
and headed west
for the weekend
with Leslie

To a her parent's farmhouse
in the fall

that became much greater than a memory

it was a blessed scar
that no chemical cocktail
or later experience
could possibly erase

His face
initially
seemed almost comical
yet familiar

Perhaps it was my intuition
speaking
for somehow
I knew this house had secret rooms
made long ago
that night

just for us

as if we had both been here
together
before

How we smiled throughout the time spent
surrounded by
our closest of mutual friends
knowing nothing was as magical
that weekend

as our strange love