This here is a tale of two A chance meeting on a cold day Few words exchanged Distance made to vanish A frenzied search for a shield for roaming eyes Bodies glued like eyes to face A hungry kiss,in a thousand places violent roll in the sack Time passed Passion waned Now is just a dream A thing left in a sacred place Like a temple to be visited And brought to mind on demand
Memory is a great thing, to be able to bring to mind a thing so far in time,for me,is bliss.