I can remember

I can not go to the time

where the mornings were sweet as cake

And the evenings were wet as rain

Where I felt no pain it was like sugar cane to the membrane

Only comings and goings with no distance traveled

Love was in the air or was it legs

As they parted on the floor, on the couch, in the bed … getting ahead of myself

Made wrong feel so right and made right so hard to let go