I don't remember my Grandfather, I was just a baby when he died. I have heard all about him, how he was small and caring man with a silly streak. So today my cousin Angie came over to take me to his grave she was taking me because when my aunt, grandmother and her went there was no room for me in the car. On the way I felt a little nervous like I was meeting him for the first time. We spoke about my past and her need to express care for me, then to change the subject I asked Angie if granddaddy ever sang to us she said yes. Then sang me one of his favorites "My nose itches, I smell peaches, there comes grandma with a hole in her britches" the tune made me giggle. It's like a flash I could almost hear his voice, for the first time I feel like a knew him just a little bit, today I heard my grandfather's song.

This is a poem I wrote about a month ago. At the time it was almost pure fiction. Although about two weeks ago I found myself in the exact same situation that I had portrayed in the poem. I'm not sure if it means anything at all but I found it fascinating. So here's the poem just so you know what I am talking about.

Familiar Lover
My strength to resist seem to not exsists as her trembling hands carress my body.

Every kiss throws my inhibitons to the wind as my mothers warnings I am no longer remembering.

Swept up in the passion of this familiar lover. As each inch of skin is revealed, I find myself falling back in love with her.

Each sigh sounds sweeter then the last, as I am living in this precious moment that resembles both present and past.

Tied up in each other as we whisper vows of forever. Yet I can't help but wonder, will tommorrow bring regret?

When the sun rises will it shine light on all the reasons why this jaded love affair my end tonight?

Or will show that our trust has been revived through the aphrodisiac that is moonlight?

Although the answers I don't know I am still holding on because I don't want to let go.

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