There was a sport I once played
Back when I was younger
It required form and precision
Focus and decision
My couch taught me
Muscle memory
The way I remember
How to hold the gun
On each "on my mark"
Go go go
And even though
I haven't seen you in quite sometime
I forgot the touch of your fingers
On my lower back
I forgot the feel of your lips
Tasting mine like the last drop of water
On a summer day
seeing you tonight
Holding your hand
Kissing your lips
Underneath
Or on top
It comes back
Easy.
Like muscle memory