I remember, a touch on my skin
Trails of cool against my heat
Whispered demands for more
Indolent breezes scented with twilight
Remind me, of you of something
I remember, a cry in the night
Sighed across bruised lips
Joined by your own glad call
Rhythms of the rain on my window
Remind me, of you of something
I remember, the touch of silk
Wrapped on my wrist
Binding me to your need
Salted caramel skin and crashing waves
Remind me, of you of something
Of disappearing, of being invisible
QBG_Tilted Tiara 
Val you should seriously take up poetry writing.. Very sensuous and very enjoyable.. ❤
Isn’t this serious? I have journals full of poetry, I just choose what I share.
LOL.. what I meant was to seriously think about getting it published like in a Book form.. You should.. its very good.. LOL.. That is what I meant.. Sorry.. I think everyone can read my thoughts LOL 🙂 xxx xxxxxxxxxxxx
I was teasing you Sue. I think about it sometimes. Honestly though, publishing means marketing and I don’t have it in me.
You will never know unless you try.. 🙂 ❤
Well done … and good to see your poems again. I felt a tug of war in this one.
Yes, there is a war. Tug and war both, together.
Good that my senses caught that.
I remember that too. Rather, sometimes I wonder what I’m remembering
Since it’s been over twenty years
Of remembering
Skin to skin.
Is that gone Forever?
No, Renee. That, it isn’t gone forever. Believe me, those are memories that are not old. We build new. We shake off and build new.
Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
What a lovely and sensual poem to start my Sunday morning. I just love this line: “Salted caramel skin and crashing waves.” So evocative.
Hmm, things that remind me.
Thanks Monica. I am always so grateful when others like my poetry. I don’t know why it is that these are so personal and thus so difficult to throw out there.
wow!
Hmm, I could take that any number of ways. Hope all is well on your side of the pond my friend.
😉
Was just thinking what great song lyrics your post would make. Apart from being on crutches its all good in the hood! Sat with my feet up & hope life is being kind to you and yours too
What in Hades? Did I miss something? Or have I simply forgotten in the mix that is life in the speed lane. I hope you are improving whichever it is.
Lovely, Valentine.
Good Morning Carrie and thank you.