The lovely moving pictures
Burned in my mind
Save each rare
Priceless, precious moment
The taste of you
The feel of us, interlocking, mind and body
The magic in that sweet place
That veiled the outside world
How I miss it and you
How I long for
A sweet golden
Honey-drop moment to return
And fill a lifetime
With your presence in mine
I can still remember
The first sweet
Innocent touch of you
Finding me
Such longing for discovery
Fulfillment of dreams, waking or sleeping
Understanding and camaraderie
I have never known
I still see the tears on your cheeks
The shadow of raindrops on the windshield
Reflected on your face, in your pain
And it aches within me still
I can still feel your lips on my cheek
The refreshing, liberating aura of you
My hands twined in your hair
And the bittersweet goodbye
Never to be goodbye
For hope flickers like candlelight
--by Cheryl Wilson
28 December 1997
Click here to see a picture of the man this poem was written for.