The first time he saw her, he knew it was going to take another fifty years to catch his breath.
The first time I saw you, I knew it was going to take another fifty years to catch my breath.
I remember the lights of Atlantic City reflected from her glasses & there was the tilt-a-whirl right as she kissed me & I spun happily in circles for a long time after that.
It was a summer’s night & the smell of the old rose bush was as heavy as rain & she asked me in & I followed her up those stairs till morning.
melting in the slow heat of a summer night, damp with the dark air & thoughts of you
It’s hard to say the right words without practice, I said & she whispered in my ear, Say them as many times as you like & we practiced late into the night.
Today all I could remember was the way your body held the ocean of my self & for a moment there was only one us in all creation.