Yesterday
I was running down the forest trail

Kicking up volumes of leaves with a strident pace.

She

Came strolling from the other direction

Scantily dressed in tosses of lace.

As

We passed, my eyes followed her—

Losing sight of the path, I tripped, lost grace.

And,

As I lay on the ground, alone, face down,
I experienced unconsumed love lingering
Like an erotic aftertaste.