We Must Have Been Lovers

Somewhere between the folds of infinity and the secrets of angels, We must have been lovers. Waking to blades of splendor; (Like even your shadow makes me smile) And the sex vivid Under banyan trees at twilight Or in the smoky light of your Paris flat Smelling of rain and damp sheets; We must have been lovers. Through muffled memories Of silk thread nudged by sly caresses, It feels ripe and lush and Forested with the kisses Planted on my breasts by your exalted lips (my soul obsession) Clinging soft like wind chimes, Then bold & red & eager Like Friday nights and youth. We must have been lovers. Converging rivers, tangled and wild; Not knowing if we'd unite again to taste The moon-shaped curves of passion, Or just to mention the weather; Evading whiffs of desire Stirred by your voice down the hall. We must have been lovers. Because weather is not enough When you are in the room, And I long for eternity and your mystic mouth Possessed forever In Steely Dan radiance; Eloquent and deep, We tumble toward bliss And melt into history.