Treasure Island

Raymond J Wright

I Remember

There is a moment
Somewhere in the night, every night
When I stop dreaming, stop yearning
For you, for us
For a past that never was
And a future that couldn't be
For time to stand still
And wounds never inflicted
To finally begin to heal

I begin to remember the taste of your mouth
The lingering scent of your presence
On my pillows, my sheets, my body

I remember the kisses down my spine
The days of passions unbridled
The sounds of making raucous love
In the heat of a summer afternoon

I remember the press of your body into mine
On a rainy Sunday morning
When the breeze lifted the curtains
And the raindrops pelted the tin roof overhead

I remember the music of your breath
As you slept with your arm around me
Your lips upon my neck, the smile on my face

I remember.

© 2012 Raymond J. Wright

Submitted: Wednesday, June 13, 2012

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