Merging In Memory

In long days or afternoon, merging in memory
We lay under yellow walls
and shone with summer sun

merging in memory

your hair, over my face, or
spread out, you-
like an extension of the light

merging in memory

one feeling I’ll never forget, the soft-
-ness of your head
resting, on my chest

merging in memory

drifting, between consciousness, drifting
over thoughts without thinking, and drifting
in the golden light

merging in memory

one long endless kiss, one
forever-pulse, one eternal calm
in afterglow

merging in memory

July ’06


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