Remember?

Remember the way that I held you?
The way that my lips touched yours?

Remember the way that my hands drifted;
gently touching your perfect shoulders,
floating down the river of your milky skin
to find purchase upon your heaving chest?

Remember the way that your lips parted
as my warm lips touched your neck?

Remember the way that I held you?
The way that my arms lifted you up?

Remember the way that our bodies became one;
burning with an insatiable desire?
A desire that threatened to break loose
and consume the world itself?

Remember the way that you smiled
as I looked at you with ecstatic longing?

Remember the way that I held you?
as our carnal symphony reached it’s crescendo?

Remember the way that we came back down;
torn away from the heights that we had pushed ourselves to,
forced to reoccupy our worn bodies
and I became me while you became you again?

Remember the way that life returned?
first showers, them bills and then the tireless march of reality?

Remember the way that I held you?