Touching Her

touching her she said “I was finer softer fuller back then” and the colors of her skin coarse smooth perfumed illumined by a lovers moon consumed by fire air water way too soon in me in her without us by the chasm and the sea so many lives of shakles fleeing flying free memories in the palm of my hand I saw her again and again touching her I said “I will always love you as You” I kissed her goodnight and she said “that’s nice.”