The memory of
soft light upon your skin,
the soft intake of your breath.
Watching you sleep,
unaware of my wakefulness.

Collecting mental photographs...
'never forget' is the litany.

The image in your eyes,
soul exposed in amazing
nakedness,
lowering your face to mine,
trusting...

Memory of cold, stars,
blankets and passion.
Laughter, high and sweet...
For clumsiness born of haste
and the daring of it. 

How can this
precious, fragile
   love
be expressed
in rhyme?
not a chance...