I remember joy.
Joy used to breathe light into my laughter as I walked in the sun…as I held deep conversations with inquisitive people not too long out of the womb.
Joy used to whisper in my heart whenever I looked into the eyes of someone who shined a little brighter when we were together.
Joy used to take my breath away when I kissed someone who kissed me back, lips tingling with energy and anticipation and longing…kissed someone with the rough gentleness that only real lovers know and appreciate.
I remember joy…joy danced with me, flirted with me, comforted me, joy let passion and love and lust explode through me in the humid shelters of the night and warm, welcoming lips and limbs.
I remember joy…joy was a boon companion of mine…I wonder where joy has gotten to…I wonder when joy will come home again…
Yeah, I remember joy.
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