I Still Remember

Ten years passed, I still remember that first moment when

I heard your deep voice on the dance floor.

Its timbre swayed me like a sultry tango.

Your dark eyes caught me like a fish on a hook.

I was snared, unable to look away, and unwilling to fight.

What was that?

The scent of jasmine on a balmy summer night?

Or was it the warmth of your hand?

I don't know, but I wanted more.

So much more.

It tasted like champagne.

You made me dizzy.

I was a clumsy clod, tripping over your feet and losing the beat.

My feelings were like restless iguanas always on the move,

but in your arms, they found their peace.

And when the night descended on us like a black veil drenched with stardust, I was yours.

It was so natural, like the tides that pull at my feet right now.

On the beach tonight, the waves lick my toes with insistence, as if they could coax the answers from me on what love is or isn't.

The stars conspire with the moon to keep me enchanted; I don't resist, as I was not resisting ten years prior when our eyes first met.

I loved how we were able to dance through everything,

even when we fought, hurling words like daggers,

even then,

our embers would glow,

fertile and ready to ignite again.

Now, when you are gone and I dance solo,

without you, my feelings for you remain the same.

Not sure how it works and I can't explain it, but

my passion for you is still a midnight fever, a never-ending kiss.

I am still floating in its pleasure ripples.

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© Irina Patterson, March 8, 2022

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Love, Irina.