Memories are out of order
But it should be remembered as thus:

You kissed me first, almost
Against my will
In the cleansing rain from the world-
I'm sorry I've said few words
Since then,
Except to pray with you

(But I do recall a one-sided argument
Concerning matters of war and love.)

I concerned myself with saving myself
When everything tumbled down
And the fire burned within, without-
Even after the heal
I missed the cool of your lips
A waterfall, a balm.

Who knew I'd come across you, years later,
With the exact same habit of
Begging forgiveness
In the wet of the wine?

You wouldn't force, that time,
Content to beckon with pouring words-
The beating of my heart twinged,
My skin dulled from use ached,
But I declined.