LOST LILLIES

I

I floated about herwith my fingers unveiling her backas she sprawled bare in my bed,beautiful and asleep.

I felt it, the skinas it painted my tips.But there was no trace of her smellthat I so longed for. 

I've lost the memory of that smell;It hasn't been long but I've lost it.

II

But the smell that which I sniffedlong and deep with my noserunning along her bare back,  to bottle up the smell for all

the time to come,to push it to the inescapable depthsof my memory, where it was to be chainedand celebrated, is now lost.

I may have put it so deep,
I can't access it anymore.

It was Lilles as a kid;now, her.