Memories

And still I remember
The rustle of your dress on the marble stoop
The echoes of every muddled emotion in your eyes
How I held you against the creak of restless metal, and the cooling October air
As the night wind was singing through strands of your hair

I remember it all, in this gray heart of mine
Knowing that when each of our winding days of rain
Were laid to rest by this fire
We left them telling stories of rebuttal
Between collusions of desire

Oh to sleep in shadow
Of such passionate song!

There was mist in the vale, then;
Men in the lion's den.