the memory
it ebbs slowly
sauntering
occasionally to the fore
wandering
leisurely
into the darker pastures
of my entail
I know not
if this is a good thing
they say the grass
is greener
on the other side
all I know is
I never want to forget
the feel of the grass
on your side
of the pasture
the dewy descent
of your hungry hands
as they snake their way
over my skin
impelling
my pretty little heart
to do the grasshopper dance
the feel of your lips
as they traced
the corners of my mouth
I don't want to forget
but
you've moved
to darker pastures
leaving
lots of green in my heart
they said
the grass was greener on the other side
they were wrong.