I do not recall the warm touch of hands to skin
Nor do I remember the gentle brush of tongue to lips.
But I can recall the whispers left beside my ears, within
And the sway from side to side of curves and hips.
I have always had a memory for motion
So this dance we do comes easily for two.
My feet take stride without hesitation
As your hand goes with mine, and mine with you.
The song plays note to chord to note
To remind us how to love, not lust
And so I sing along with words I wrote
But since forgotten how to trust.
The floor sweeps out from below our silhouettes
And floating above the clouds we soar,
To gaze at paths sworn not to forget
And know that time exists no more.