Forgetting by Kate LeBlanc
copyright 2005

Im forgetting what you smell like.
was it sandalwood, rain, and a babys back....
Erotic, ephemeral, pure.

Our days were temples.
You and I inside on an altar appearing
as God and Goddess
but if a true worshipper were to open
the chamber to our hearts,
that child would see our bodies
pulsating to the eternal music
of union.
Incense, oil, fruits
Pleasuring each other
with tongues,
hair and hands,
love in action
on that altar bed.

I do not know when I will see you again.
The way my cheek felt against your thigh?
Yes, I remember.

We did not dare touch too long,
for this yearning we must
postpone for eternity

This Goddess must remain a stone.

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author: Kate LeBlanc

Kate LeBlanc practices yoga and teaches writing in Austin, Texas.
you can writer her using this e-mail address: Kate-LeBlanc@hotmail.com