Remembering the Future

I stand in your shower

            borrow your scents-

            Peach Caress Soap

            Jovan White Musk.

 

I pad down the hall

            to the mirror hung

            on your bedroom door.  

 

Leave behind a trail

            of damp footprints

            in the sand colored carpet.

 

My face transforms from ivory glow

            of virgin skin to rosy complexion

            creased with generations

            of laugh lines and crows-feet.

 

Your brown eyes stir

            like hazelnut syrup into spring's

            new birth green of mine.

 

Through my reflection

            I see you and me

            souls entwined.