Your image gently glides into my memory
My eyes focus and softly close on your smile
Desire rests on the fingertips of my imagination
Lust lingers loosely on the tongue and lips
Kissing away the moment like brushing away
The cobwebs of a lifeless, lonely day…
Your image reminds me of happiness and the
Way it used to be before time had her way with me
Like a wanton, homeless whore at the end of the day;
Your smile holds me captive while your bedroom eyes seduce,
There is a look of sadness each time you walk away,
I look at you and see no other, wondering why the day has passed away
And to whom to send the RSVP for missing the “rights of passage;”
If you were to swallow me, I would want more
If I were to drink you in, you would want more
So, here we are, prisoners of the moment and of each other;
Time has seduced us both and left in her wake
Delicate reminders of how attraction is meant to work.
November 3, 2010
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