Because of this week’s Poetry Thursday prompt (post forthcoming) I decided to post this poem. I wrote it in February 2004 and should probably give a nod to Pablo Neruda (one of the most influential poets on my writing) and Norah Jones.
The smell of honey and rose clings to you.
I search the annals of memory
to ask if this was always so:
that your scent was intoxicating.
I remember how your touches would leave me weak,
bending as a reed in your hands.
I remember how your kisses would inhale me
and I would live in your veins.
I remember your passion rolling me like waves over sand.
I remember how the sound of your voice
would ring me like crystal.
Now, I am drunk on the nearness of you-
the silky white of your breasts,
the insistence of your touch.