memory lane 1

I am a brazen whisper
On the shores where hair lilts
Into the charmed face
Of divinity found
In the lush bosom
And weave
Of her complexities
Inexplicable
Intoxicated
Infuriating
Infantile
Essential
But
I squash the warmth of this place
Finding myself
Whispering again and again
Of a time of manuka honey soaked eye lids
The soft, loving caress of hair across my face
And there I lie
Avowed of beauty
Regaled into insipient horror
Of knowing I will always only remember…