What Will You Always Remember
There are no mahogany framed sepia photographs
Laced in chipped gold gilt, hanging by a thread of rust
Lining a narrow hallway by the newel post worn down
By palm and fist
No black and white, grey and tan or faded Kodak prints
With the look of Nashville filters on Instagram
We are not shown together much
Paired, twinning, con-joined or wrapped arm in arm
Serpentine limbs like Cherry Willow tree’s
Threaded through each other
In an overtly visible way
Not after those early years when
Nascent you
Held
Nascent me
But I will always remember
Tracing your blue-green bulging veins, pumping crimson blood to the beat of Onward Christian Soldier
(Or was it some other one penned by Wesley for the choir)
Running like rivulets down your pale underarm
The color of the underbelly of a flounder
Yours was smooth as the red velvet church pew in that
Methodist church
Where I did the tracing
You may have smelled of Jergens
And I may have smelled of intrigue
I closed my pre-mascara-heavy eyes
While your fingers played the piano up my arm
When your dangling digits like participles
Reached the bend
I was to tell you
Whisper that you were in the valley of the arm
While the preacher preached
And I wriggled in my seat
You may not recall at all
Perhaps you only remember the smell of Methodism
And the lingering scent of my wanting to know you more