10/29/11

There it was...
By Steve Baba


There it was….

There it went-
A fleeting memory
Of unsurpassed happiness
That rushed against my
Stale mind again.
Did the thought
Bridge my mind to
My rotting heart?
I felt a quick beat,
An ancient ache
That had been dormant for
A long while.
Spring has come,
The dance of free
And innocent children-
A tear has formed in
My ever dry eyes.
Maybe it was just a
Droplet of salty sweat.
No, it was regret falling
Languidly onto my
Tanned cheeks.

I remember-
A glow from that
Inner child.
She held aloft
My fetid existence
And fed me her
Passion, her love.
I was overwhelmed;
But at once I was
Suddenly happy again,
A unrequited, frivolous
Happiness that penetrated
The thickets of despair
And sadness.

I tasted-
A rainbow of emotions,
Lust and the heat of
Sexual energy coexisted
Between us. Her matted
Auburn hair stuck
To my hairless tan chest.
My lips caressed her
Soft temples, I sniffed
The musky scent of
Ecstasy from her
Perspiration.
We never denied
Each other of pleasure.

I lament-
We have been apart
For eons and eons.
We were the greatest
Of friends, the most
Passionate of lovers. But time
And life have taken over our
Weary souls. I have
Grown accustomed
To depression, and unfeeling.
I wonder if she may still
Dance and leap in the
Drowsy air like a child.
I miss her sweet voice
Calling my name.


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Steve is a working poet living in New York City. His newest poetry book, With Love, From New York, will be published in April 2012.