Memories

Come softly my love,
in the quiet hour  
With slow, deep kisses that linger  
Intoxicating    
To a heart still drunk on you  
   
And even now  
I remember the trace of your fingers ~  
   
The touch of your hands  
As your lips spoke without words  
And mine answered without hesitation  
Drinking in the warm  
Sweet wine of your kisses  
   
I remember the dim lit room    
Lights turned out  
As our eyes became accustomed to the dark  
And moonlight's pale and silver hue  
Through the window  
Like the whisper of satin upon your skin  
As my eyes followed its softest glow  
Along every curve of heaven  
   
And I have sought in the shadows of the sweet dusk  
Which stands between dream and memory  
Where nothing is sure in waking's ebb  
For you to return to me  
And as the remains of the day slip away  
What matters still  
Save that which cheats our minds of sleep  
Found wound in hearts deepest desire  
   
Have you not touched that deepest need  
For what is true desire  
But in spite of all that fills our lifes
To want to be loved for one's own self  
Even as I love you still  
   
And so come thoughts of you  
Which seek to coax a flame from this smoldering ember  
That in the waking light of day I'll remember
And believe  
That spirits walk the night in search of truths    
The waking mind avoids  
Else why would you stir my soul night by night  
Who by day has nothing to say  
   
And do not words in silent stillness lie  
Beneath the stars and upon our hearts  
Like truth and trust  
And hope and dream  
Does not love encompass all of these  
For who has not kissed in love or lust  
Or deep in passions throes  
But in those depths  
Their hearts conceived forever  
   
And my heart remains there  
In that place your love conceived in me  
Forever bound    
And yet  
As boundless as thought,  
For I still remember you ~  
   
and dream