I see you lately and wonder if you remember even faintly
that we were naked and held together
by whispers and feelings and joining
and sighs and moans and secrets
and gazes shared in sacred and tight spaces.
I see you lately and wonder if we were worth
the tender longing for intimacies past
and wished for knowing, bared only in shared paces and
ambles in singular nearness.
I see you lately and wonder if we are worth remembering at all.