the last memory to fade

if I get lucky enough,
to grow old,
soft,
weak and stupid,

and I can't any more

put it to words,
what it is that keeps me going,
keeps my breath steady,
what it is that keeps the spark lit;

know it,

beyond all doubt,
the fuel of my fire will still be,
that near or distant memory
of your warm
naked body
pressing against mine.

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the last memory to fade by Dimitrios Kokkinos is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License