An unsent card –
dancing ballerina –
memories of moments shared.
I don’t know what to do with them all.
Currently they reside in a neat pile
next to pink leather.
Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like
to be heartless.
Without the inclination to keep happy – Summer windswept bits.
But if I was, would I be the same?
In the place of warmth
Cool and controlled.
In the next life?
Thank you for the lovely times.
Moments of breathless intimacy
All of the hours spent speaking, laughing and sharing moved me.
Bits of humour known only to the two of us will linger within my cells.
Our souls collided for a reason. Whether we understand why or not.
Warm heaven –
soft and delicious.
Imprints stored within the heart
now unframed yet still matted
surrounded by beating warmth.
But not forgotten.
It was an airport like any other.
Yet this time so different.
You were –
all I saw
all I felt
all I needed.
We were –
suspended in time and space
between a state of
grace and bliss.
There were not enough minutes in the universe
I wanted to –
lean into you
A late night rendezvous
in the midst of
I never wanted to leave.
Instead, I wished to tenderly press my cheek against your face, forever.
With the hope it would stop the clock.
I turned back and watched you go.
All the while wishing for one more embrace.
Slowly I descended into reality
as you ascended into the sky.
Beauty in a moment and a memory.
You were my first.
I saw fireworks when we kissed.
Brilliant red and blue skyrocketing behind closed eyes.
I remember our first hours.
Rain, wind and thunder stormed outside as passion and curiosity blossomed in Porsche leather.
I ran scared after that evening.
But you gently persisted.
And then I fought no more.
I remember your words on that fourth of July –
“We are no longer just friends, now we are lovers”
You were my confidant.
Thank you for teaching me that trust and honor did exist.
For giving me peaceful sleep while listening to your heart beat.
Until the very last day of our acquaintance your kiss brought weakness to my knees.
Thank you for loving me.
For whispering words of tenderness in my ears
and giving me a part of your heart …
I know such beauty still exists somewhere.
I will persist …
They make up our being.
Bits and pieces of the past lingering within our brain cells and soul.
First kisses forever felt
The scent of a gentle Spring rain
Sticky watermelon fingers on a hot Summer day
Rich red velvet cake tickling a taste bud
The scent of a lovers skin
Moments indelibly burned into our psyches always within our reach should we need them.
They have the ability to comfort and bring warmth on a cold day. Elicit a smile when you’re feeling blue or produce tears of regret.
When the world seems dreary or simply to hard to take, all that’s needed is a memory to whisk you away to a sunny island of perfection.
Without them we would be a blank slate.
Walking talking beings with only the moment to share. Lacking depth and insightful perception.
Lessons learned, forgotten.
Lovers, never remembered.
Laughter, never relived.
Our memories shape our reality and sometimes our dreams.
And, I am so grateful for the gift that they give.