The taste of your lips...

the taste of your lips
remains on my tongue;
the smile on your face is
burned into my memory
the kiss on my neck,
tattooed in its place

Its these pictures that will stay with me
Long after the Polaroid has faded
Beyond when the photographs are lost
And the digital images deleted to the Recycle bin

Your eyes as you stare at me
Your hair tumbling onto my forehead
Your skin brushing my cheek
Your hands on mine

I want to hold onto it
I don't want to let go;
new once like new never before
new like new never lasts

New: Before it becomes mandatory
Obligatory
Settled, boring, "comfortable"
And then its a different new altogether

the taste of your lips
remains safely on my lips
the touch of your hand
stored on my cheek
the smell of your joy
preserved in my senses

I will never stop believing in love
As long as your promises
remain caught in the air between us
and in the time unto death

I never want to leave.