Untitled. At least for now.

I don't remember waking
   only a hand on my breast
           on my cheek, lips pressed in soft praise

I don't remember stirring
   only close-held caresses
          an enveloping warmth, a restive embrace

I don't remember speaking
    only grasping and writhing,
        Punctuating promises unvoiced as they rise

I don't remember burning
    only blistering ascension,
       a scalding fulfillment of gently stoked fire

I don't remember falling
   only gentle strength pulling
          a weight at my center, a core healed and whole
 
This comforting cauldron
    of affection, desire
As need and my wanting soul,
    wanton, conspire

I don't remember waking
   only drifting and dreaming
     by night, a rebirth of softly sought hope
         

 - PMM, Aug/Sept 2016

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This piece is ...  not polished.  But in keeping with my efforts to just let some things go, I'm going to call it good for now and move on to other things.