Sometimes in my spare moments
I remember the times,
those that I spent with Mary Jane.
the love of my tender years
who would do things to me
that only she could.
I remember the build up of anticipation
as my lips would touch her slender figure.
I remember the slow droop of my eyelids
as we would join and became one
in a heady embrace
which would make me melt
as the strings of the cobwebs
which had held my mind captive
would snap one after the other
and I would seep through to heaven
bit by bit.
As Mary would shower kisses
inside my each and every pore
making me feel special, loved and wanted,
telling me that I belonged.
That the world, although mediocre,
When in reality
It was only Mary who was good;
So good that her goodness used to take me away
from what this world
recognizes, and accepts, as reality.
Spending time in Mary’s arms,
and going to live, after that,
in the dominating, debating world
started getting tougher day by day
and to survive here, that I had to,
I had to learn
to take on the chin what the world was giving
without having Mary’s comforting embrace
soften the blows.
We are no longer together,
but love her I still
and am grateful to her
to this day
and will always remain so
not for the things which she did to me
not for the magic of her embrace
but because of how well she understood
when it was time to part
and let go.