Your Embers Still Glow in the Shadows

 
Strange that my memories of you  
are simple and clean  
considering the plotline  
of our brief history  
 
The way we connected  
was so uncomplicated  
just spare time  
with no demands  
other than those of bodies  
colliding in the night  
 
(and morning and afternoon and night again)  
 
Most vivid in the dark recesses  
is one of our early encounters  
 
I cried when you made me come  
from the violence of the first  
then urged into the second  
the third made me feel like I was drowning  
but somehow the fourth revived me  
and left me gasping at the surface  
grasping for a floatation device  
 
There's no recall now  
what you said  
that tipped me over the edge of reason  
just the feeling that it shook something  
deep  
and  
dirty  
and  
it hurt  
 
in a way that made me crave you  
 
So I licked away your apology  
to pacify your fear of breaking me  
 
I kind of loved your brain  
but the barricades on both sides were too high  
for anything more  
than the consuming heat  
of chasing the unattainable  
 
Now I find myself missing you  
with a blend of base desire  
and intellectual curiosity  
because I savor the way you think  
and still hunger  
for the way you sink into me  
seeking unavailable answers  
to ever-burning questions