Everything was perfect.

I want only to live one moment for the rest of my life. The one in my memory that keeps repeating now.

So alive. A force of nature. You might be the most potent soul I have ever made love to. Those gentle giant's hands - both reaching wide towards to take handfulls of me.

I want to take pictures with my eyes so I can look any time I want. To see your chest flex above me. To hear your own moan of abandon.

To slow down this dance toward death too soon and feel only your aliveness shake and tremble sustained forever.

Touching your body is a tonic. Being touched by you is almost too much for one heart to bear.

And being without you is desperate poetry in a lonely room with stained sheet sleep rerunning reminders of how very near you are not.

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