If Ever My Memory Fades Poem by keith Durante

so soft the memory that wrinkles my nose
and curls my smile into a playful smirk
she would sit upon the bathroom counter
her feet in the sink plucking her eyebrows
putting make up on
her nipples erect from the granite chill

I would see her reflection in the swirling mist covered mirror
she would smile and smooch me a kiss
I was complete as two of her smiled coy
when just one of her would do

wiping the warm mist she would catch my stare and ask 'what'
I answered 'nothing, absolutely nothing' and smiled the widest grin
she would pose and vogue, tweak everything just so
breathlessly alive and naked

how often this moment invades my senses
reminding me how precious our time together was
a sharp contrast to the years we grew apart
this memory remains a treasure buried deep in my heart

so often I'm guilty of deep reflection and far away stare
amazed how she slipped suddenly away
content now this written moment will stay
if ever my memory fades