January 2002
“When you’re gone, 
From my loving arms,
You need a memory of me
That’s tender and sweet.”
So, she proceeds to kiss and
Touch me as if her replacement can
Substitute for not being complete.
The pale moon doves took flight
As she caressed my skin.
“Many roads will be beneath your feet,”
She said, as her lips came next to my ear.
“But only one of these will be my road for you.”
So, she kissed my ear, kissed my check, then my lips.