My memories of last Valentine
Are not clouded by time or space.
Its velveteen touch lingers for long
Like the echo of a symphony
Come from far.
With the tapestry of promises
Woven fine with warps and wefts
Close to each other
In the comforts of an embrace,
And the towering hunger
Of my body for the touches
And the kisses,
Our desires criss-crossing
One another spinning on to perfection,
We drank from the springs of love.
We danced the tango, the flamenco,
While your fingers strolled
In the deep recesses of my body
Keeping the flames ablaze.
While we talked as succinctly as possible,
Our thoughts traveling to the vines
With luscious grapes,
The dark deep woods,
The frozen lakes,
The cerulean sea,
Until love’s old alchemy
Whispered high-flying tales of love
While we danced ecstatically
The Mauritian Sega dance,
While the rain pelted down the roof,
And the darkness slithered gradually,
You carried me to our rose-scented bedroom
Where the intense desires
Come cascading as love’s waterfalls.
I felt wet, all drenched.
And I still remember
The look in your eyes,
The wistful longing, the power of love.
You tattooed my whole body with kisses
Lingering at the softest corners
Of my body with lips warm.
And I remember how you surrendered
Yourself to my kisses and touches
And my urges, all hot, simply hot
And everything else became hot.
I heard the unsung verses,
The mandolin and the flute,
The drums, all resonating with my heat,
And when we became one,
The heat beautifully increased.
My hands touched the peak of love.
I drank and it was love.
I moaned softly, it was love.
I closed my eyes gently, I saw love
And when I opened my eyes,
I saw you united to me
Until next Valentine
And for many more to come.