When I called out your name today,
I admit it,
I was lonely, 
Lost in my meager world,
Skin tattered 
From too many hours 
Crawling naked in the briars,
Too many days
In the labyrinth
Breathing air laced with barbed wire.

So I reached for you.
I confess to craving
And to cunning desire
Residing 
In my heart.

I needed to remember
Golden moments
Of splendor and ease,
Needed you to remind me 
Of another world
Amidst the trees,
A day spent with my face
Pressed in
To the bosom of earth
Twigs and grass
Tickling me,
Inducing me to smile

And of hours wiled away,
My breath caught,
My mind silent,
Subsumed 
In shiny pools 
Of splendid brown.

Not muddy water
Not this dingy grey that 
Seeps out and envelopes us
Not this haze of forgetfulness
Or perhaps it is an ancient memory
Wrought in days before we saw any light at all
 
Instead of sweet remembrance,
I felt the sting
Of your metaphorical hand
On the soft flesh of my cheek.
Not full on contact,
Just a glance!

It resonated.