i won't pretend that i'm the best lover
i don't think i've ever justified that sort of excuse to stop growing.
i reminded myself and her tonight
that i've promptly forgotten everyone before her.
i don't recall any other skin
or taste
or love
other than hers,
here
right now.
she seems oddly placated by this startling truth of mine-
but she somehow doesn't seem to buy it.
how, of all the truth's i've confessed, true this is.
it's trumps any memory
or imagined ego.
i recall that i've had many experiences
but they did nothing but prepare me for her-
her storm
and
her fury...
