Peaches

Lazing in bed on a hot summer day
Remembering the way we used to play
Dripping with sweat but undeterred
Moaning and groaning without words

Those days are gone now
I have looked far and wide
I never realized how
Our interludes would die

Like a fresh peach left too long on a tree
Indelibly marked for the bin
I imagined you and me
And these days would never end

But rot they did, now a distant memory
Those days of pleasure haunt me still
Sometimes in my mind’s eye I see
Sometimes my body still thrills

Those memories should be behind me
I work to block them out
Had I known they would end so abruptly
I would have committed them to memory throughout