I suppose my memory
fails me more times
than I care to admit

I don’t always recall
stories and special days,
guess it’s mostly because
I get so enamored
watching your lips move
and feeling your voice
softly wash over me

but, I vividly recall
that night in Chelsea
years ago, as if yesterday,
I’ve never seen a woman
project such splendor…
all my dreams and desires
packaged so perfectly,
a gift from the gods -

breathless in the winter air
baptized in the waters
stars spinning around us
dizzying and surreal,
we surrendered our hearts
and became one forever

then stealing away from
the eyes of the crowd,
you stretched out
wearing nothing, but
a come take me smile,
brushed back your hair
saying, “you can do anything
you want to me, baby”

I miss that sweet bubble
when we’re together alone
connected at the soul...
it’s the only home I want,
the only peace in this world
where there’s no other place
I’d rather be…ever

I’m yearning for you
staring out a frosty window
at snow covered ground,
with the trees dancing
like Arabian princesses,
thinking of watching you
seductively gyrating,
magic and intoxicating

yet, my spirit withers
fading into dormancy
without your touch…
quietly hibernating
in a cold, colorless fog
waiting to be warmed
and swiftly reborn
by tender kisses from
my one true love

Runnells, Iowa ‘20