Untitled (Originally written 11/30/10)

She holds onto the memories,
Of the first soul who touched hers,
Even if,
She,
Barely grazed his,
Memories,
Of,
Awkward first meeting,
The way he snuck his hand into hers,
Cold fingers mingling with toasty warm ones,
Connections,
And the first kiss,
The way it felt like a scene from a chick flick,
Lips moving towards the others' slowly,
But surely,
An explosion between tongue fights,
Connections,
And the first sensual moment,
The way passion intertwined with modesty,
Both balancing out as Carmel body,
Pressed against,
Cream body,
Smooth like lotion on skin,
Connections,
Even if,
His memories,
Consist of,
Nothing but specs,
A kiss,
Meaningless handholding customary of first dates,
And,
Fucking,
Yes,
She holds onto memories,
Cause,
Memories are all you have,
Once the heart is broken,
Memories of sweet connections are all that remains.