Intrusion and Coercion

Is the memory still alive? Creaking bed, bottles of wine Your toilsome heft against mine... We were both boozed up I stumbled on your lap. Is the memory still clear? Overthrown pillows, a stained sheet, Visible marks and entangled feet-- We were both consumed by fire Ablazed by the need-- urges and desire-- Is the memory still there? How my scream broke the stillness of the night How my fingers dug vertical lines, as hard as I might How you coerced yourself into mine And the erratic whisper that I will just be fine. Is the memory still present? When the rain pattered and all we shared was a raging storm Got lost in nirvana-- savored its tangy form-- Shall we hearken back to the intrusion? Or shall we consider it a nonsensical hallucination?