The Morning After

I know your smell –

like a solitary honey bell.

I know your speech –

water babbling in a scenic creak.

I know your laugh –

high-pitched for my behalf.

I know your hair –

fiery strands of flare.

I know your nose –

the bud of a splendid rose.

I know your eyes –

blue pearls of constant surprise.

I know your dance –

romance romance romance!

I know your finger –

ever beckoning me to linger.

I know your touch –

a caressingly comfortable crutch.

I know your kiss -

perfect pirouettes in abyss.

I know your body –

proof of God’s eternal hobby.

So I know your shame –

As it seems I can’t recall your name.