Beguin

The way your freckles danced and winked
at my droll teenage wit
and how your yellow hair ensnared
one eyebrow raised to quiz
Remember how your tingling spine
synced to a Hendrix riff
you played me Chopin’s Polonaise
with graceful flicking wrist
Those warm pink silly earmuffs
gave winter walks a hue
bikini blue was cheeky you
though you blushed de rigueur
Your warm palm always on my knee
when driving Dad’s old car
soft leather seats whose creases kept
our secrets after dark
Now time has made it safe for me
to resurrect your ghost
to once again see yellow strands
across your bright eyes float
and watch those freckles flashing their
old Morse code of young hope