we were creatures of the night
worshipping each other,
bathing in the starlight.
now we are strangers,
and i long to run free
around the corners
of your mind once more.

our love was endowed
with countless stolen moments
and endless uncertainty,
yet you were the only thing
that i was sure of.
i wonder if the taste
of apples and cinnamon
takes you back to tender nights
underneath bedsheets,
in the same painful way
that strawberry soaked kisses
and honey covered fingertips
will always bring me
back to y o u.

i once read
that in ancient times
once lovers
had shared each other
underneath the light
of a full moon,
they were bonded
in every lifetime.
perhaps that is why
i can't seem to escape you.

today i felt the sun
gently kiss
the back of my neck
and it reminded me
of y o u.