by-Matthew F. Blowers III

I remember it

oh, so well

I remember secret messages

sent with eager fingers

on the slipstreams of inkjets

blood coursing through our viens

to those most private places

we had yet to explore...Baby

We were fresh

like warm loaves of

hot, bread steaming

and begging for the

silk of buttering

each other up

We bantied words about

our thoughts turning

to love and possibilities

We wrote passionate poems

with fingers pressing nuttons

not of the flesh kind

but fleshing out a

long distance intimacy

between us... baby

You haunted my

dreams like the

soft whisp of a

kiss denied

and I chased your

promise between lonely sheetsa

I was the Gable

floating high over your Tara

coveting those scarlet lips

that were far too soon

gone with the wind

Gone with the wind

Distance and time

eventually eroded

what we had savored

into just a passing fancy

now we are not in love

nor at war

we simply remain civil

we simply remain civil

But I will always cherish

what we once

thought we might have had

I will always cherish

everything we might have had

of distance had not

been such a barrier

and love had been hungrier

till nothing else mattered at all