I still remember the way your knee bumped so casually into mine,
as to speak softly like one tender finger outlining lips -so sensual.
The intensity in your green eyes, I recall with fascination never departing.
Or the comical prose which led our fleeting embrace to begin.
Many years have led me to believe in my own disturbance,
but I never wanted you to feel defective, and if you are, you are the sweetest infection.
How many times can I say that you are not the imposter of peach flesh?
I am the one that returns to slithering form after sunset has carried me away
to haunting dreams of long rides and shallow creeks and burning rooms.
How long I've wished for an invention to ease the memory of me from your mind,
Gently wiping away the mistake of unintended conversations about penguins in mexico,
that forgot in their everlapsing judgement of love; to take over the world.
