spilledLove

Sometimes, when I step into the murky waters of memory, I wonder if it’s possible to get back a thing that once was lost. If love, once spilled, then abandoned, can be revived in the heart of its birth. If passion can still flow in blood now cooled from neglect and forgetfulness. If lovers, who once shared a skin, can still touch each other’s hearts and souls. And begin anew.

And then I remember

A touch

A kiss

And the magic

Inside the sweet intimacy

Of a moment

And all I can do

Is hope.