That place.
Where your legs join.
I remember it so well.
Your scent frolics lightly in my memories.
Gardenias and Honey...
The delicious sweat between your breasts was like wine.

I remember the tangle of bodies.
[Legs, Arms, Hair]
And the words left unspoken.
[Where did I end and you begin?]

Was this wrong?
Was this right?
Did you care?

And your eyes, filled with tears,
As I stared at the back window of your mom’s
Thunderbird.
As it sped away.

And here we are, futures apart,
Trapped by golden rings and diamonds, love. What am I supposed to do?