For E

I reach for him in the night

Turn my head in hopes of meeting his,

Only so our mouths can touch

Gently

Before succumbing to violent

tugs and a mess of lips and saliva.

I turn to reach for his clammy, sweaty skin,

to grab hold of his bony arms

and early stage beer belly.

 

Then I remember he is gone.

It is only my memory in the heat of a hot summer moment.

 

Reaching for him becomes a mind game,

I am left with memories fighting memories,

Competing with reality.

 

He said I was a challenge

right before his lips took me

to a new religious high.

His tongue…

His tongue explored the cave of my mouth,

Found its way to float my body off the ground

And it is gone.

 

A kiss dancing away

One night, one memory at a time.