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
Copyright © Nia Feren | Year Posted 2020
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