holding hands

holding hands

fleeting glances which were once so sweet,
my heart used to cringe as they flashed by.
the rain stops, fresh grass awoke.
the frolicking began, running amok.
once came along a native, ready to jump,
to please, and to bring upon an ejaculation of love.
sexual tension at its peak, breaking off to another chain of infatuations.
cycling with our dreams in mind,
a rose and a move-in date.
lying in rose petals throughout the years,
toi, moi; each valentine changes.
spring arrived so soon, and summer is waiting impatiently already.
sharing domestic pleasures, sensuality is the plat du jour:
suddenly, it dawned on me that autumn is just around the corner.
another departure awaits, another adventure initiated.
an exchange with a soul so similar to mine,
we met with serendipity on our side.
everything flowed like champagne; it was like a smoky dream.
unspoken words between us, understood.
understood.

memories i treasure, memories i replay.
like a waterfall of golden elixir,
i drown in it.
as this tune of love plays on,
i can only hum to it and occasionally,
i tread on its melodies;
creating my very own fresh sounds.