In search of youth

I lied,

when I said, I remember nothing.

That I do not see the pictures

of us in the grass

under a turquoise sky.

My eyes caught by yours

exploratory hands

in trays of heat,

silky soft tops and moist depressions.

I lied.

I still lie when I say

that this longing for what we did not know has disappeared.

That the taste of infinitely rainy summers

and hearts beating

in the twilight, where everything starts and where we left off, is not sending waves of longing through every single cell of my body.

The truth is unbearable for those who are still searching. Nothing comes back, and eternities disappear in the mists of past and future. The seekers, always thirsty for yet another first time.

Before the last time, make their hearts pump infinities of souls into nothingness.