Making Memories

The image of golden light,

Golden hair,

I knew that he was different.

Standing there

He was the drug I needed

He was air

I felt his fear

And I used it

And it was gone

Amid words

I never could have said

But for the artificial bravery

That warmed my blood

Lying here amid the tangled

Sheets and arms and legs

I hold him to me

As he realized his manhood

A child no more

I kiss his face

His eyes

His forehead

Tasting the salt and sweat

Of the past hours

Soft hot cheeks, flushed

The gasping mouth

Ruby lips

Unlike any I’ve seen before

I hold him tightly to me

Memorizing the feel of him

Against my chest

Memorizing the warmth of him

In my soul

The trembling stops

Leaving only the slow

Inhale and exhale of his

Satisfied slumber

I memorize it all

In the scrapbook of my mind

Moments like no others

And I knew that in some

Distant future he would be gone

And all I’ll have

Is this scrapbook memory

To keep me company

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