In the sweet embrace of afternoon
We laid in drifting silence
Letting sounds escape our fingertips
To re-remember little things
That seven days forgets us.

Creamy skin devours the feel
Of familiar hands in familiar places,
Revelling in the soft traces of lips
Worn smooth with eachother's own wear.

Running hands through your hair...
All your whispers remind me
Of times when I dreamed of those words
In my ear.

I remember the feel of your kiss
Brought so new
After turbulence, turmoil ahead
Unforeseen
Yet we felt that this dream wouldn't end.

Now we're here
And the light in your eyes still ignites me
Sweet burns still corrupt me
Rebuild and renew me.

I still feel your lips on my cheek
From last August,
That night,
When you found me again.

05/27/2004

Author's Note: I treasure this.

Posted on 05/28/2004
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