By d (goddess@gibbed.com)
Date: 18 May 1998

memories

do you remember how sweet it was 
those strawberry soaked sheets
and days when we didn't leave
the crazy feeling of having a
hotel room with two beds

no room service, we said 
and the clerk at the desk just smiled 
knowingly 

do you remember how hot it was
in the dead of winter wearing
nothing at all 
surrounded by clean blankets
and the smell of our freshly 
washed hair 

we showered 3 times a day 
sometimes together and sometimes
day-dreaming

do you remember waiting for those 
weekends where time stood still 
passing up time with our friends 
to spend one more moment 
staring into each other's eyes 

that lazy feeling of being
completely enveloped and yet
so free 

do you remember when those things
stopped breathing, stopped living
when we became routine, our 
kisses became silent not promises
of something more to come 

i don't remember the last time
i smelled strawberries mixed with
sweat mixed with the smell of your 
freshly washed hair mixed with 
the smile on your face 

yes, your smile has a smell
but it seems lately it only smells
of boredom 

and my smile is reaching out 
for your strawberry touched lips
to find they only taste
of coffee and cajun prawns diane