She was English. I was running a summer camp in the south of France. She was gorgeous, perhaps stunning, a better word, with less of the 'flouzy' aspect.
We watched the sun rise, a few times, and the moonlight.
And one night, at what one fondly calls a disco, by the roaring sea, and among dead leaves, I kissed her.
I am the master
I am the slave
under the ultra violet light
a summer season's last kiss
even the stars ascended