Poem

I used to write more frequently.  Don't know why I stopped.

Here is something I wrote yesterday.

I dreamed
we were drinking
spicy mojitos
in the early autumn  evening
the air, warm and moist
the crystal glasses sparkling
like jewels between our fingers
the rum burning the back of my throat

I awoke
with your laughter
still in my ears
and your smile
burned on the inside of my eyelids.