emories Shock Me
	Memories shock me today... The invisible contrast of snow on sand, The sound of surf and your breathing, The heat of your skin under my cold hand. I can hear your voice in my ear, Soft and hungry, telling me your Secrets on the bedroom floor In the basement of the sand castle. There was laughter and smiles, Real laughter, real smiles, And real hope. “And my mom says June is not too soon.” So, June it is. June of someday. And I hope someday is Someday soon, though soon is something Relative. I’ve already waited. I will always wait, because I know the meaning of Perfect and how I relate to you in Perfection. I never meant to scare you away. Ever. I wish I knew how to entice you back. Not to you r detriment- you are three now. And I know how important the other two Are to you. Believe me. So, I sit in my living room, Thanksgiving, Eating frozen fruit, Trying to get over the sick Of the flu. I can taste the chili. I can taste the wines. I can taste the cheeses. I can taste the vendaloo. Parking on the upper levels and taking the elevator down Just to be alone for a few extra moments before The shopping begins. Hungry kisses behind the aisles of toys, Avoiding the eye of the security camera, Or, maybe, just not caring. Call it the fever. Call it the illness. Call it my madness, for I have always claimed Madness. One man. One madness. One woman. Perfect and beautiful and Smiling. Smile some more. Please. Thanksgiving Day, 2004, after many dreams.