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DONNA
by: Robert J. Shelley ©2004

Donna in the moonlight, naked as a wood nymph: her silhouette against a cloudless autumn sky splashed like diamonds with stars. As I lay there, still, in the tall woodland grass, the chill of my breath exposed - I couldn't have been more satisfied - if we had made love - my glistening angel and I - under that full Harvest Moon. I loved her, I feel her today. That night was so right to just lay there, smile, as Donna just stood, smiling back and reaching out to hold my hand.

Our hands were cold, it took nothing from our moment. I kissed her, dressed her, we returned to my 1967 Nova. We hugged away the chill, we kissed, knowing inside no sense of urgency. I would be her first lover, not then, but beyond that night and when it was right.

Love, romance, just holding each other tightly - everything the night created to keep us as one. I never stopped loving her - three decades haven't erased the memories, they never fade.

I was Donna's first love, she was my second, nothing is ever over: it's captured inside changed by time.

We didn't separate freely, there was just no way to stay and be together as powerfully as we had desired. Like every good decent loving thing this lifes' brought to me, time - circumstance - and cruel fate - have ripped from my embrace, those I love the most including my goddess Donna.

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