child of my youth

if there was ever a reason to write
make it now
in the part of the morning long before dawn
blue lights dancing in the corners.
memories
carnalities
the smell of you still there -
still here in the fold of my shirt
when I move.
and all of that so long ago;
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memory - such persistance -
as if I'd always known you and know you still
captured in a moment, naked,
your arms outstretched;
while in eternity I look at you,
knowing I could never let you go.
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there are reasons
night persisting - now seeks then.
I catch the scent of you
coming through the years
still pure, still full of you
and my desire undiminished.
I remember you
child of my youth.