"Sweeping up the heart..."

...
The sweeping up the heart,
And putting love away
We shall not want to use again
Until eternity.
    --Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

LIKES

THINGS I LIKED ABOUT YOU



 Your eyes, of indeterminate colour.
Your soft skin
Your smell
Your sensual hands, touching me.
Your gentle sleep when we lay side by side
 The way you sometimes stirred and trembled as I held you as you slept.
Your eagerness to learn.
 How you held my hand as we walked in NYC.
Your enthusiasm when I first took you to the Morgan Library.
 The way you held me.
 The way you caressed me.
 The loving words you spoke to me.
The sweet love you gave me.

"But that was in another country, and besides, the wench is dead"