we walked like giants

I remember the way the air was cool on my skin and
how the energy of the room felt in the moonlight.
How new and full of wonder it was.
That song was playing...
from that scene in le chansons d'amour where the two boys kiss for the first time
and it was so beautiful and sweet that we wanted to cry.
Lave, he sings, lave ma memoire sale...
and I remember leaning in to kiss you,
in the quiet space of the room at night
when being awake is like being afloat sleep.
But your lips didn't fit to mine.
I wished they were less hindered and cautious.

........

I remember being smitten.
Talking endlessly endlessly insomniacs we...
about our happy foursome, our amoeba effect.
Healing one another, collecting yogi tea sayings, reading Rumi.
Sugar cookie tea and milk in cozy dorm rooms.
Writing platonic love songs with one another.
The thrill of new and lovely people... the kind you think you will keep forever.
Spooning for days, mood swings and romping around.
But the sooner the flame burns brightly,
the closer to embers they become.

........

Wave after wave of new and exciting people wash in and out.
Shore is filled with small glistening treasures each new wave brings.
Ebb and flow as the tide, ever circling ever seeking ever changing...
we smooth one another with each passing year
and its nice to look back on those who have come and gone..
and on those few who have stayed
and will stay
for (I hope) a very long time.