Envisage

the days were intermixed...it was unclear what day was which...confusion all around because we were so wrapped up in each other that the world stood still... but we had to get back...you had to get back.

and so you might have misunderstood yourself when you said you would be here today, which was the day before yesterday...or that you wanted to be...as you buttoned your shirt, off by one... and talked about all of the things that had not done in the days when we were wrapped in the dampness of our own musk...

and you didn't try to explain it...in fact, you covered your mouth with mine so nothing would/could escape...and we could preserve each moment we had...our bodies pressed into every space...up against the wall...so many times that you would almost see the imprint...like the smudged outline of our hands on the picture window...where we sipped our sweet nectar, reveling in each dimension of the taste as it slowly slid down the back of our throats...like an '03 bottle of Nine Stones Syrah.

but while our mixture was brewing... the world kept going on around us...the cars rushing by outside...the blue sky turning gray at dusk and renewed again in the mornings dewy dawn, over and over...we ignored it all, turned the music up louder, and rolled around on the floor, danced by the moonlight, nourished by our love making...even stepping outside for a minute to revist our 'roots'...tumbling in the dusty grass...

until it was just me...

was it a dream? have i imagined this scene? the impossibility of us was there from the start...our experience may have spanned days, weeks, months...maybe even years....i really don't know anymore.

we didn't have a chance, did we?