I can't ask your permission to possess you, so all that
I do ask is that you

Remember my lips when the rain kisses your brow.
Remember my skin when the fragrance of the coconuts dances around you.
Laugh when you pass by the corners where the clothes you tore away from my glistening body lay, back when
we devoured each other.
As you sway in the hammock, remember how you rested, cradled in my collarbone and in your dreams
Squeeze,
feel the weight of my ripened thighs in your hands.
******* hands' work when spices tantalize your tastebuds.  

Be unafraid to say my name out loud when no one is around.
Become comfortable with its particular pronunciation so that you can call to me,
and call to me,
and call to me.

Think of me quietly in between your lifelines and
when you need my love, beckon me.

I'll be here, waiting.

I'd hoped to have left a trail of crumbs to map my imminent return but
either the birds have had their fill
or my wretched hands have forgotten.
And though the steps I take are full,
it seems as though I have not allowed the whole of my foot
to kiss the ground;

I will not succumb to that place.
I will not belong to that place.
The trees would weep to remember my face.

&I; can't quite remember
exactly what you smell like or how you taste
but I know you're there in my mind
in the recesses
Because I can soak in the water for a million years but I can't
wash away your whispers,
I can't
scrub off your sentiments,
I can't
clean off your kisses
I can't
Stop
Oh, I can't
Stop
dreaming
about the lullabies I'd sing.