the warmth of you lingers long
after your hands have left my naked
body, remembering how you felt when
first we met - your lips, the grass,
the solitude - and I tremble, awaiting
your eyes to undress me

the memory sustains me, until next we meet,
my friend, my lover, my everything


Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Lanosian, in the year 194 MA.