Last night I thought of you, your words.

In ivory never seen as your skin. In the sweet look in your firm eyes, and your hands, and round fingers like the banks of the moon.
Last night I thought of you and you were a naked sea hugging the wind, And like any day, you were what you wanted to be. And a stream ran through us in the woods until dawn.

Last night I thought of you as a child of a world where everything was for him. And memory is indelible, even in the face of forgetting.

Last night I thought about you and without knowing it I stopped being me, and somehow I went with you, one too.