An Unlikely Meeting

Her eyes were a rare green
with the golden light of spring.  
She peered with curiosity and laughter  
at all entangling desires, especially  
those wished for her.
 
Though young, she was her own.  
Though enticing, her eyes were pure.  
Though vulnerable, she commanded respect.
She was free and light.
 
Today’s unlikely meeting finds us  
older and less wise.  
She knows me and laughs,  
blushing at our past. I was her mentor.  
She my aspiring student.  
 
Her eyes are still green though darker now
from what they’ve seen.
 
“Do you still want me,” she asks quietly?
“Yes,” I answer. “I’ve wanted you all my life.”  
 
I place her gift with something extra on the bedside table and watch hungrily as her garments fall silently to the floor.