Do you remember that July afternoon
where we took a walk in the woods
and got lost on purpose?

Some people may not understand
why we did what we did.
Well, those people can
continue being on time
right on to hell.

Do you remember the trees we passed,
that perfect day of our past?
It would not, by any long shot,
be our last.

Do you remember how your hand felt
locked within my own, as we strolled
our own private planet?

Can you still see the lake
we stumbled across, and feel
how cold the water had been
as we jumped in, freshly stripped
of all clothing?

Can you still hear the sound
of our bodies splashing
as the heat fled from our
system?

Can you picture what it was like
as I led you on tiptoes
to the center of the universe,
where the curse
of consequence
was no longer valid,
where you wrapped your legs
around my waist,
and I kissed
your wet lips,
looking into your eyes
and yours into mine,
and ever so discretely
entering the only
warmth left in
all of the lake?

Do you remember how
the mosquitoes took a day off
just for us?

                                        

                                                    I do.