remember the days,
when the wind was cold,
and the bristle vibrations,
echoe'd that of a pine needle youth?
and your face was smooth,
and eager, and every movement
slid the nonchalance of stride?
and the adrenaline and blood
clothed the arteries with friction,
repelling the brisk breeze
of a winter south
and the innocence steamed from my throat
onto your window,
where we construed caricatures
made of wire and tape, erasable
evaporating, inevitable
translucent and tinted
amid a moonlight sun
where the eyes grew pale
and hair stung wildly?

and i remember you were there
with your skirt colorful
and legs smooth
my red blood and white wine churning
with shivering appreciation
all but speechless,
stomach a vacuum for words
while i gathered coins
and flipped for what to say
indecisive and indignant,
remember the days, babe,
remember the days..