Well Met and Left

At three we chanced to meet
at least I believe so;
insert any number you prefer.
Yet light to dark, we met

By five we were inseparable,
unquestionably intertwined;
our exploits so life-shattering
with no journey's end in sight.

At seven we became lovers,
closer than ever intended:
an extrapolation of the
sweet process of discovery.

At nine they pulled you away,
unwilling limbs stretching
far from our secret nest.
I mourned and denied your memory.

At eleven our lives collided.
We tried to reconnect, to be as one,
but voyeurs and our own timidity
caught our hands and froze our tongues.

We truly believed we could
deceive the world, with all
our cleverly coded interactions
our wickedly innocent fumblings;

Recapture the magic of
your skin heating mine
your hair tangling with mine
your lips wetting mine.

Now, at this late hour,
another's head of black hair
rests heavily on my chest,
warm eyes caressing my face.

Another's soft brown lips
speak words of undying love
with ticklish breaths as
another's fingers capture mine.

And I shall not use again
all we learned early in the day,
For I have long since let you go:
Opened these pale arms to love.

~~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~

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