EVERY MEMORY

EVERY MEMORY
(A FANTASY)

Every memory is tinged with romance
Like a fairy tale Christmas or a first high school dance.
The electricity of meeting you, perched upon the stair,
When you touched my heart with just a glance
And caught me in mid-air.

Every memory rushes with fever,
A look ever knowing that gleams in your eyes.
The dreams we have gathered and kept for posterity
Splash through the glorious hues of the sky.

I remember the day so early on,
In those magic hours between midnight and dawn.
Caught in the rain without an umbrella,
A barefoot lover in jeans and a tank top.

Clothes tight upon you, a damp aphrodisiac,
A rushing of hormones that would not be stopped.
I ripped off the tank top with only bare teeth
To feel your warm flesh waiting soft underneath.
And wrestled your nakedness swift to the ground,
Seduction accomplished, the Holy Grail found.
And cupping your face to mine, hair dripping wet,
I tasted your warm kisses, lips laced with mischief.

Every memory rushes with spirit,
The lessons of love carved careless and deep.
And later that night, the quiet refreshment,
The sweet golden pleasure of watching you sleep.
Knees to your stomach, lost in a dreamland,
Hand holding mine in a languid embrace.
Beyond all the fireworks and after the passion,
An afterglow settled aloft on your face.

Every memory resounds like a drum,
Paving the way for the glories to come.
And every smile gleaming and each crystal tear
Is a note in our love song composed through the years.
The dreams we have gathered in slow perfect rhyme
That splash through the roundabout portals of time.

Every memory is tinged with romance,
Like a fairy tale Christmas or a first high school dance.
The electric charge of meeting you, perched upon the stair,
When you touched my heart with glances
And caught me in mid-air.

-Bruce Potts
Copyright 2007
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