Drowning in Memories

I hear the rain fall softly in my mind,
and tapping against the glass,
beckoning me to remember.

I close my eyes hypnotized
by the symphony of memories
trickling to the surface.

The droplets cling to my vision
sliding me from the present
into a lake of forgotten feelings.

The music is his whisper,
and my blanket his arms.
I drown in history.

I feel his breath, soft on my neck,
melting my heart, my will,
one drop at a time...

I feel his love soak through my skin,
into my soul,
causing me to gasp for air.

My body shivers
with the tender touch of
smooth fingers, lips, skin.

My body quivers
with anticipation of being submerged
in more than I ever imagined...

Thunder cracks, lighting my mind,
breaking the melody
between present and memory.

Thunder cracks, awakening me to
the rain falling from my cheeks.
I remembered too much.