Sunday, March 19, 2006:

I cannot keep myself

From remembering

Our night of

Love

Our innocence

Broken

But no pain

To speak of

The sweet

Bliss

Of her

Groggily

Spoken words

The easiness

Of laying

In her arms

The gentleness

In our touches

Her warm breath

So close to my

Face

The way some religions say

We defiled the

Day of the lord