Heat

Just a little memory...

 

 

 

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Travelling back to that place in time

back to where we stood in the distance.

In the memory of the places,

 the things that separate here and now.

I can recall that day when you said what if?

what if you don’t want me.

What if who you see before you

is not who you thought I was.

I told you then that I loved you

at the depth of who you were.

Who you showed me, who you gave me

and in those first 4 seconds you knew.

You knew that I would take you

into the deepest parts of me.

That all you ever had to do

was take me back into you.

With a fevered passion and breathless kiss

I could not ever get you close enough.

There was always something that caused you

to cover your naked skin.

I ached for you on so many nights

lying next to you in our bed.

Wishing that I could will you to touch

so that you could feel me again.

I remember the day I gave you my heart

and you wore it in on a chain.

You held it so often and tugged on that chain

until the surface became old and dull.

I gave you another shiny and new

I had and endless supply to give.

But now it sits in a box on a shelf

never to be seen again.

I ache for you now and think of you still

in the deepest dark of night.

I often awake at the memory

of your hands upon my skin.
Desire is fleeting and want is waste

when the passion has died and gone.

The fire still burns in the depths of me

the heat still keeps me warm.