Friday, September 16, 2011,10:03 PM
Remembering

I love your eyes.

I love your voice.

I love the intonations you make when you speak.

I love the inflections.

I love your hands. I don't remember them anymore.

I love your skin. I can't remember what you smelled like.

I love your hair. Sometimes floppy, sometimes cropped short. Always soft.
I don't remember what you felt like.

I love your lips. Sometimes pale pink, sometimes flushed red. I don't remember what you tasted like.

I love your face, nostrils flaring in incredulity. I don't remember your anger.

But most of all, I love your mind.
I love the dreams that it weaves and the bruised purple horizons that it touches.
I don't remember your poetry.

I love you. But I don't remember you.
If you want a boxer
I will step into the ring for you
And if you want a doctor
I'll examine every inch of you
If you want a driver,
Climb inside
Or if you want to take me for a ride,
You know you can
I'm your man.

 
posted by Still Waters
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