Rememberin' You Poem by MacGregor Tagliaferro

Rememberin' you is good
out here
amid the hills
covered with snow
as my fiftieth year
passes...

Rememberin' you is good
Your hand
forgotten upon a blue
dress
Your lips
and the softness
of their touch upon my
skin.
This joy of lovin' you
is like a second chance given to
me...
The smell of your perfume
on your neck
warm and
comfortin'
The invitation of your flesh
a hot
intense
darkness
scored in me always...

Rememberin' you is good
or
writin' about you
as I sit on my porch
out here
thinkin' of the day
we first kissed
at my place in the country
of some words you said
not of the
words so much
but of you within them...

Rememberin' you
is good
I must write somethin' for you again
a story
a poem
I
must weave the words together
then jump up
and ride far into the
hills
shoutin' what I have written for you
to the innocent blue
of
the big sky.

Rememberin' you is good
out here
amid the hills
covered with snow
as my fiftieth year passes...

At this late
hour
on this winter night
I am filled with your words.
Eternal
like
time always there
Naked
like the night
Heavy
like the frost
Words which
sparkle
like stars.
Your words came to me
from your heart
your
head
your body
Your words delivered
you
woman
lover
muse
Your words were sad
they were
bitter
hopeful
heroic
Your words were human.

Rememberin' you
is good
out here
amid the hills covered with snow
as my fiftieth year
passes...