the last time i was happy was
the last time that i was in your arms
blissfully wrapped in your embrace
when we fell asleep next to each other
in bed as our breathing slowed down
to a more relaxed state
after we made love

invisible in the darkness,
our bodies traced a seductive
path across each other
legs intertwined
fingers intertwined
foreheads touching
with our sweat intermingling,
the sweet sounds of our
handiwork still echoing in
our minds

a beautiful blasphemy
as we paid tithes toward our
new religion
i believed in you
you believed in me
all that was needed was the
love/lust
that we felt in moments like this
when i felt like this
i knew you were feeling exactly the same
it felt as if we were invincible
it felt as if we could take on the devil himself

since then, things have changed
i have tried to move on
we have both grown
however no matter how far we
both move on with our lives
i still feel the pull towards
that moment
there has never been anything
to compare to that time in my life
i still long for that feeling
secure in knowing that we were
for one brief space in time
absolutely in sync with each other
nothing else mattered
other than our love
i was happy then
i wish that it
didn't have to end
i wish that the
last time
wasn't
the last time

03/29/2005

Author's Note: in case you're wondering, yes this is yet another angst ridden poem about my last girlfriend. however this isn't bitter like "two words" was, this is more reflective. for anyone who reads this, know that i do still love her but we can't be together. so i must press on...

Posted on 03/29/2005
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