Even today, I swear it was me
(our lips, wet
shades of brown glistening
in the wake of our want
conglomerate of passionate kiss:
prefervid and locking
in ardor. We bore witness
to crescent moons,
conversation to outlive sun’s lifetimes,
way of the world debated with embrace.
Two wholes reborn anew were we;
I and he.)
In the dream
And only her voice was left to wake me.