The notes of an old song brought memories of you.

Walking holding hands. Before a sunset the pavement was drowning.

While snakes of steel hissed at us in a taunting way.

And we got home. Took a warm shower. From the faucet’s rain.

We kissed softly. Caressed gently. Kissed the peaks of your small

mountains. Walked my lips to your earlobes before descending to your

neck and hips. Cut through your black thicket with the blade of my

tongue. And the cave to all marvels opened wide showing a lighthouse

to my sailboat. We then laid in wet sheets drying ourselves with the

night’s breeze till the coming of dawn.

Those were the memories those old notes brought.

And made me ask myself…what happened?

EO