Remember Me Often

Sunday, August 02, 2009
remember me often
an ocean between us, and many countries
rich languages and alluring cultures
colorful streets of blue and red
shops with tobacco and sweets and
whatever else your Europe has that
my America does not.

that continent will never be the same again
because now it reminds me of you.
i wonder where we will meet next
after our lips met on the island
and we held hands in New York,
and it is your home I want to visit.

it is your smile I remember so fondly
your laughter left free to roam
open and honest. Your hands
and that reaching for me at night,
so desperate and simple
I ached to comply.

I am not anxious about others;
men and women with heady accents
lusting and expressing their desire
in whispers and pressing their fingers
into your hands, soiled by mine.
desire is the same in any country.

see the world, lover, and return
changed by the depths of it all
do not hurry, love the people, the smoke and the drink,
walk slowly, remember me often.
so that you think of me
when later you think of Europe.