Do you remember how we met

In that dark room, our own vignette

Your words were always faint

My motions dawned in deep restraint


Do you remember how we met

Behind closed eyes please don’t forget

I shivered at your hand, gently

Each movement shocked me differently


Do you remember how we met

Alone, broken, passions unmet

Escaping through our skin we sung

Closed off from the world, just body, and tongue

I will never amount to your deft hands
The life you lend to art lives on, withstands
The standard of beauty, the test of eyes
Beginning with the heart, ending with sighs

Have no mercy on them, those observant
Let them into your soul, burn them fervent
With your passion guide your marks unperturbed
Allow life into your hands, undisturbed

You were my only companion, my friend
My only ally on which to depend
The only one who read my precious prose
You were always my favorite desert rose

I remember you, all plain and empty
Your towers and sidewalks were mere thoughts
I see your smoke, as it’s made
Billows of twists and haphazard crisscross
I remember you, do you realize?
That I was the one that saw you when you were so young
So faint
Do you remember?
I don’t mean to push you,
you were just a half a thought back then
And even so, we spent so long together
I remember that day, when it was just you and I
And we were simple and organic
Your buildings so silly, your true face still hidden
I smiled
And I like to think sometimes
That you smiled back

Do you remember me? When your body was in my hands?
I crafted your towers, your sidewalks and life
Through capable hands I made your mind out of split ends
Billows of smoke, of twists and haphazard crisscross
Don’t you know me? Your friend your father?
That I was there when you were so young, I would see you there after
I remember you, so small and transparent, your body so frail so faint
You were beautiful, do you remember?
I don’t mean to push you, my child, my dear sweet thing
You were just half a thought back then
We spent all those days together, you and I
When you were ink and I was the pen
We were so simple, we were organic
My very blood on the canvas, your body my mind
I smiled back then, just as I do now
And I like to think back to those days of simple solemnity
That you smiled back