internal combustion

your embrace filed within memory banks
reignites with internal combustion
liquid fire chemistry that begins to write poetry inside your skin
words travel through glances
spoken in smiles
smirking that they knew you were there all along
begging for one more night
there has been unfinished business
last left conversations without hand touching
i still remember many things
hear songs that cut your initials in my cerebral cortex
its easy to forget what its like to be special
but i believe words that drip from wise lips
there is a fireworks finale of realization
located somewhere in the vicinity of self love
and physical attraction
something has occured within me that is opening portholes