Memories
of you
of us

Of you
in me,
in my head
my bed.
Your touch
taste,
how
the shadows
played
upon your
face
above me

Memories
of you
of us

Of long
separations
things left
unsaid
long
silences

Flickers
that
still
can
make me
sigh,
gasp

Memories
of you
of us

Of then
of now

No regrets
or
recriminations
just
a wink
and
a smile.

I use
to
cry
when
I came.

At the
moment
of climax,
as
the
muscles
tensed
then
released
and
my
body
was flooded
with
that
amazing
sensation,
I was
shattered.

I felt
myself
breaking
apart
into a
1000
tiny
pieces
and
I would
cry.

I would
feel
connected
until
that
moment,
until
I came
and
then
I would
feel
the truth.

The truth
of
bodies
in motion
and
friction
and
know
I had
never
really
given
myself.

A feeling
of
complete
and
utter
isolation
would
wash
over me
with
him
still
inside me
and
I would
cry.

There was
nothing
lonelier
than that
moment.
Of going
from the
height
of ecstasy
to the
depths
of despair
in a single
second,
a single
twitch
of a muscle.

There was
no way to
explain
my tears.

No way
to look
into the
confused face
of the man
I was
with
and
say
what was
going on
inside me.

That I was
breaking apart,
that I was
alone,
that
he was
inside me
and I was
still
not
connected
to him,
not in
any
real
sense.

Bodies slide
together
skin to skin
heart to heart

Jigsaw puzzle pieces
legs intertwine
arms enfold
hold

Languid motion
of hands
exploring

Penetration
the by product
an after thought
as once

closed

eyes

open

connect
and in
locking together

create
true union
of body

of soul.

Borne of my heart
not my head
an
irrational passion
takes flight

Groaning, grinding
sighing, crying

Melding flesh

slick, glistening
heaving, breathing

Desire rules
penance will follow

heartache, heartbreak
loss and betrayal

Borne of my heart
not of my head
irrational passion

Hold me
down
to
release me

Bind
me
to
free me

Control me
so that
I may
control you

Have
power over
me
so
that
I may
realize
my own
strength

Take me
because
I
give
myself.