your fade in is
the enticement
and your fade out
is lost in the memories
of flickering candles
and exploring your
intimate terrain
i have collections
of moments with you
not climaxes
but tenderness
of torso to torso
i can slide into
a recollection
all dreamy and gooey
in a time past when
your skin against
my flesh
again you leave
but you are not lost
you are the everlasting
glory