by Rochelle Cunningham
©January 2010
I remember some things...
About an old lover. Familiar
Electric currents
Pass incognito, beneath my covers
Hearing his laugh unchanged
Nor his walk, nor his wit
I can still feel his mouth - There
On the back of my neck
And I feel him infect me
From behind his duality
Leaving my mind & breast
Trying to out-run this - My fantasy
Stealing a moment to see him
Curious, I take another peek
Allowing myself the thrill
Cautious of what I seek
Hearing familiar sounds
That would have taken us away
Trembling with a heat and frenzy
Still seeing that long, stretch of highway
Careful to control my desire. As it merges
Into wreck-less abandon
Aware of my stinging black tail
That transforms not, into a dark phantom
Deep in my thoughts
I glimpse an obscure future
It is beginning to smell - And taste
Of this ... My past lover
~ R
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