I remember some things... About an old lover. Familiar Electric currents Pass incognito, beneath my covers
Imagining his laugh unchanged Nor his walk, nor his wit I can still feel his mouth - There On the back of my neck
And I feel him infect me From behind his duality Leaving my mind & breast Trying to out-run this - My fantasy
Stealing a moment to see him Curious, I take another peek Allowing myself the thrill Cautious of what I seek
Hearing familiar sounds That would have taken us away Trembling with a heat and frenzy Still seeing that long, stretch of highway
Gauging desire; watching it merge On to a screen of reckless abandon Hiding behind a stinging black tail - I transform Into a dark phantom
Deep in my thoughts I glimpse an obscure future It is beginning to smell - And taste Of this ... My past lover