We Must Have Been Lovers
Somewhere between the folds of infinity
and the secrets of angels,
We must have been lovers.
Waking to blades of splendor;
(Like even your shadow makes me smile)
And the sex vivid
Under banyan trees at twilight
Or in the smoky light of your Paris flat
Smelling of rain and damp sheets;
We must have been lovers.
Through muffled memories
Of silk thread nudged by sly caresses,
It feels ripe and lush and
Forested with the kisses
Planted on my breasts by your exalted lips
(my soul obsession)
Clinging soft like wind chimes,
Then bold & red & eager
Like Friday nights and youth.
We must have been lovers.
Converging rivers, tangled and wild;
Not knowing if we'd unite again to taste
The moon-shaped curves of passion,
Or just to mention the weather;
Evading whiffs of desire
Stirred by your voice down the hall.
We must have been lovers.
Because weather is not enough
When you are in the room,
And I long for eternity and your mystic mouth
Possessed forever
In Steely Dan radiance;
Eloquent and deep,
We tumble toward bliss
And melt into history.
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