Presents From Past Lovers

I read the verses he sent, a birthday gift; kind, coded, full of longing. I recall him fondly, a faint thrill coursing through my loins; the passion we shared remembered. The jewellery box hides rings, earrings, necklaces; past loves declared in precious metal more permanent than desire. The bouquets have died, the chocolates have been eaten, only the lingerie lingers with its lacy gauze of memory. Intimacies caressed, secrets shared, loves lost but only half forgotten.