Memories

In disarray, I am rattled
from walking straight backward.
Having just recieved
these petty words misconstrude.
All about the emotions of another
and the sympathy I had offered.
Was I not expected
to be impartial
about my accpetance?
Your smell is intoxicating
like a sweet Port
on a summer's day.
That precocious grin 
of a little boy
having done something wrong.
Butterfly kisses make way
for longings of nights wasted
cloaked only by the dark.
When we lay spent
in the throws of laughter.
When I forgot
I had once held another
just as you hold me.
To feel that rising in us,
like the world has slowly vanished.
To forget all before you;
as I am the first Lover
you have ever known.
Come lay with me
and lie to me.
Tell me tales taller than the mountains...
of a time when I was all you needed.


Namaste