The Last Good Days of Innocence

I skip, like stones skimming on a lake- The song that awakens the ripest memories; how your eyes widen whilst your thumbs outline me. The way your face falls, huddled between my arms... Or how you let your fingers blanket mine. Your childlike grin when I treat your palette... Or The way you radiate your warmth inside me, Until the hair on my skin oozes beads of trickling sweat. The way your skin wears your soul after claiming me in bed, Or the way you clean me up slowly, watching me drenched in your soul’s sweetness. You. Instances flash. Me, yours. Us:Impeccable scenes of a black and white movie. I skip, I skip, I skip and I skip away from us: you. I, grazing cautiously- the overly ripening memories. Seven, ten maybe thirteen a charm, But on days like these it’s only twice until the laden pebble tumbles Sinking into the sea of memories, To more of you; my unfinished fantasies. History claims us now... Date: 30 April 2020 Title chosen: The Last Good Days Of Innocence Sponsor: Edward Ibeh