An Insignificant Memory

You fall into my mind
as a lick of ice cream
on a scorching summer afternoon,
gently caressing my tongue.

Your bouquet overpowers me,
I breathe you in and
you invade my senses
breaking down my weak defences

A sigh, reluctant to leave
his sweet captivity
Wings from your lips;
Condemned to lonely exile.
I feel your aching pain, unrequited
Longing.

Come to me, you who shared
His innermost, intimate dwelling,
Dissolve into the essence of my being.

Explore me slowly, tease my mountains
into submission, my valleys into soaring
fountains of ecstasy.
Go before him as his messenger, smoothing
the way, strewing kisses
of ambergris and sugar cinnamon.

Travel deep into my waste lands,
saturate the open mouths of thirsty springs
waiting for the seduction of Eros.
Between my moss covered banks
they lie, green with fiery longing as
I slowly drown,
In stygian pools of wild,
tumultuous and unrelenting
Desire.