My body remembers you much better than I do.
Though many times we laughed at our sameness
many more did we share behind counters and walls
which isn't to say I loved you less...
if indeed I loved you at all.
My body remembers you better than I.
A near violent collide of tongues, touch and whispers
had us begging all afternoon under the ruse of a clock-in
but never exceded the unwritten agreement
that there was only so much we were willing to give.
I tell you I remember everything most clearly.
That one day we both wondered if we were more
than "5 minutes alone" yet we never disclosed
just how much further we'd gone
than we'd ever supposed.
So maybe I remember you better than this,
that I still crave your friendship
as much as your kiss.
