whenever she's suspended affixed at the apex of my mind'e eye, she commands my attention
every breath of hers is the wind
tempests of life unfurling from her tender lips
'pon which I run a steady finger tracing the grooves of her supple flesh as she whispers my name
her tongue flickers
tasting the salt of my skin
fresh from the sea where we first made love
where I carried her from shore to fresh water to be cleansed by healing waters and leave the sea's poison to the creatures of the deep the drunkards of deepest sin
though time has passed decades now, since then I can still feel her straddling my face beneath the running waters silent save her breaths long & satisfied every exhale was purposeful
and where she lay I remember her legs poised, inviting
her expression, yearning
the world had passed away
gone, in the midst of our rapture and who could have stopped us anyway
I remember my pride vanished as hours in my imagination became minutes in reality
I had never known I could be so weak
spent
how she took everything I had to give
how she gave me everything I ever wanted
how no woman has ever given me one moment as breathless as a day spent in love from the pool to the beach to the shower
how no other woman could trap me in one room for decades and leave me there, waiting with no regrets...
A poem about someone I once knew.
If I could time travel, and slip back into my past selves, she would likely be the first, and maybe only, woman I'd return to spend time with.