History Repeats

 

There are many questions

In my pen

To ask of you

But to ask them

I must immerse

My thoughts in you

Recalling details

Of moments and hours

Of pleasure

And excitement

Warmth, laughter

And sensual stimulation.

The fear that

I've enjoyed you

Far too much,

That I'll have

Only these memories;

The fear that

It was all

A brief interlude,

Stop my mental

Exploration of you

Of being with you

Of experiencing you.

The questions

The many questions

Will no doubt

Remain aloof

And die someday

Of old age.

 

 

B. Benjamin                                                                   

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