The Underwater Afterlife of Memory

My fingers are shining

in the underwater afterlife of memory

searching for the nipple-sized mollusks

searching for the solid nature of things

left over from having lived a life

at all

That new rain smell, specifically

I remember that, with you

She loved sex

She loved having sex

the moment of it, the romantic part

She loved being chased

and she loved especially being caught

That was you, wasn't it,

kissing me in my dreams?

Admit it now