Then and now

Ummm..i didn't think id speak today,but all i feel wd drown me if i didn't share it.
Being here,with you so lovely,the sunset..it all seems like deja vu,
Like iv been here before,like iv dreamt it,and lived it,several times over
Maybe it's wishful thinking,me and my head,high up in the clouds once more.
It feels so new,yet as old as time itself

Maybe i was your mistress,and you my seductress of a maiden..
I can imagine those eyes giving me slanty looks as you perfumed my feet or sponged my body with soothing oils.
Or maybe i was the vampire that bit eternity into your jugular,as i thirstily partook of your energy,life-that still radiates with so much strength
I can imagine us having hunted together,gathered fruit or did tribal dances..your beautiful body swaying unabashedly in the moonlight,while everyone gazed upon it with lust and envy
Running to the river half naked,your beautiful breasts the center of every young man's sexual fantasies/desires.
Stealing kisses and touches even then whilst we cd be burnt at the stake for being witches
Abomination! They'd all have chorused as they fuelled the fire.
Remember the river on which we sat watching the butterflies?
I cd swear to all things holy and beautiful that those were your fingers with which i intertwined mine,i cannot possibly mistake your hands for anyone else's
I remember you laughing at something i said and me watching you with so much intensity you soon stopped,self conscious.
You lay your head on my lap,begging for a pet,for a cat will always be a cat,big or small,you need not have begged,you knew,know how much bliss i find in your soft kinky,springy curls.

And so all the romance of those lifetimes,all the foreplay gathers us here today,when wooden stakes are no more and our kisses are frowned upon but excused as an evil that trailed the first white man that set foot on this dark continent.
Some will get violent,others perhaps abusive but in the end we can stand here at this beach with the sun a golden yellow falling into the horizon,feet naked,into the white ancient sand,you can look at me,your hair a mixture of white and purple flowers,white,short dress,billowing in the wind and tell me that you will...
You will share this love.

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