I don’t remember how you looked…
I don’t remember how you looked.
Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green?
Your hair golden blond or maybe strawberry red?
I try to describe you and each time I remember less.
Sometime I dream of grasping your hair,
our bodies fighting for the sake of pure pleasure.
You calling out my name, words of love.
You spoke only in the turmoil of sex.
I yearn to see you still.
Your sweet hello’s were sweet and long.
Our goodbyes were long and written deep into the walls of my heart.
I remember your long legs,
you dressed like a woman,
but had the hunger of a child,
seeking the education of the tongue, the touch and the long ride.
I don’t know if you remember me.
I still seek you.
Your hunger was to become mine
and my hunger was to touch you again.
I lost you on a cold Spring day.
I became old as you walked away
with tears and too many words spoken.
I released you for my hunger was to have you forever.
You were seeking a place to rest and get strong again.
Your wish to be free. Was more powerful than mine to
in prison an angel.
I still wish for a gentle knock on my door.
To hear your sweet hello,
fall into your arms again.
Life is only fair in sweet dreams.
I wish to see you,
to look into those beautiful eyes,
to remember how you looked.