I wrote this poem and tucked it away. I shared it on a very active forum that I am a member of, and decided to share it here….

I look at your body lying next to me
on a bed rumpled by passion
by love
by animal magnetism.

I remember how we met,
We drank
we talked
We drank
We made mad passionate love.

And for me the earth moved
Falling out of bed
trying a move

And for me there were lights in the sky.
knocking the lamp off
the night stand.
But the flashes radiated from within
and without …
trying
to reach deep within a part of me.

I see you with the
soft morning light
falling across your hair and face.
The softness of your faint
smile.

The gentle curves of
your neck and chest.

And I am forced to
say
forced to say
The five words I have
dreaded and longed
to
say
most of my
life.

“What was your name again?”

photo by Steve Savage http://www.savagephoto.com/meninbed.html
shore painting by Michael Ireland http://www.robinireland.com/MIrelandportfolio.html