Drifting

January hands sliding under and over
Drifting like snow
Eyes locked, brave in the way of children
Dealing in whispered admissions and hushed ecstasy
Like we were infinite
Vulnerable and sincere,
We hadn't learned yet to be otherwise
To dull ourselves with bottled fire
So memories blur and blacken
But I remember the taste of you on my tongue
Can feel you filling my mouth with nutmeg and golden leaves
Weaving your fingers into me
Convincing me that I was limitless and we were everything
But we were in love
Maybe I should choke on the word
Sacharrine and false as you were
But I saw you nakedly and honestly
And dissolved you into me anyway