Three Days in May Remembered
I wonder if you ever give
our last three days
in May a second thought ..
I know that I do
and for some odd reason,
even more so recently ..
And although
they happened long ago ..
Precisely where
and why tho' must remain
our secret ..
But just to put the record
straight ..
Here and now, for old time’s
sake at least ..
Each day felt, so fucking good
I think the single
malt may well have helped a
little bit to break
the ice at least, and so forth ..
Yet we did not rush,
but took our time and each
other freely ..
Now despite so long ago, I still
recall those
three days of ours, as if each
only happened
yesterday perhaps ..
Indeed, those gentlest of long
drawn out sighs ..
together with a corresponding
squeeze you gave
while on your knees on each
of five occasions ..
Then of course, there was that
last time, when you
did beg to hold me tight and me,
to just let go ..
Until the point, of course I did ..
The rest though
while still occasionally recalled,
shall now remain
consigned to the pages of a single
one off poem ..
Scribbled quick and henceforth
Shall be called,
Three Days in May Remembered ..
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(love
memorial rhyme, inking's
to consummate
sensation's,
experiences
as our cherished memory's
engravings..)
'Indeed, those gentlest of long
drawn out sighs ..'
(flesh yearnings, as depraved lusting
yet, transmuted in eyes
of chemistry's sincere affections
we distil, droplets
of mementos, most cherished
beginnings
three days, to curate this scenes
yet a lifetime
to replay, reimagine and reflect
on that instant connection
immediacy, of need's urgency
of belonging
to a time, a vibe a Time stamp
of meaningless
maturation of irreplaceable, worth
hair tonality as our mirage, fallacy
remembering colour, scent
but not, that feel of you slipping
through my fingers of angst
escapism, in a rush of sensuality
intoxicated, lost
to three days, as accented heights
I may never, be able
to reach again without you, by my
side...)
cor blimey guvnor .. many thanks Mek
Good write N.
Doh! May, June, ..... every day's just as bad with KP! lol.
I get the distinct impression you are both as nutty as each other
Such fine memories Neville, those last three days i may will be back with you soon.
Andy
what a smashing thought Andy .. 😎
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