In time, we'll find eachother
Again, we'll find (being drunk of the mind)
The other's eyes, [sighs,] lips and lines
Having tasted our nectar the first time, we'll find
Resurrection out of skin's sonnet
Mnemonic gin and tonic bewilders my indulgent eyes
Remembers me of closeness, We together held entwined
Entangled, lust in love and life of melding souls in wine
Of the greatest grapes, strange shapes and lyres
The shadows of music cast by fire

Rereading my past, surrender the senses
To my experiences, laugh at the loss of tenses
Laugh with the only real phantom to me
Smile, remember how you moved into me
Forever phoenix, each mem'ry renews me
Subdues me
To the Elysian music; addresses me to the rhythm of bliss
In images, truth lives; a double-entendre nestled in kiss
As we lay rewriting skin's sonnet
Rereading love made to be lost to be regained

Healthful touch and music of motion
Devotion to devotion, and selfless erosion
We meld and melt to molten emulsion
Forever, now, tasting of the other's indulgence
Forever I'm clutching as what I remember
The sonnet of skin that we wrote together


Penned by my hand on the 15th of Miraman, in the year 363 AF.