By Garnet Green, email-greeng@sonoma.edu
Date: 12 February 1998

Memories

I can see every feature of your face,
which is etched in my mind,

I can feel your hands run over my body,

I can feel your teeth clench down on my shoulder,

I can feel your fingers dig into my skin,

I can taste the salt off your chest,

I can feel my muscles weaken from the strain of trying to be so close to you,

I can hear the sound of our bodies meeting as one,

I can feel the sensation of waves coming over me,

I can hear our hearts beating as if they would burst,

I can feel your excitment and finally your release,

I run my fingers through your dark,
thick hair as we drift off to sleep.