Amber Memories 

A fading ghost of a fire late in the evening.  One gasp, then a second.

Faint spears of moonlight through cracked blinds.  Murmurs of 
appreciation.

The freedoms of wine and the promises of oysters.  A candle guttering in 
the corner.

Creaks from the couch as bodies move slowly.

Hand in glove; sugar and spice.

Well-worn paths leading to familiar delights.  Never perfect, always 
perfecting.

Old joys remembered, old pains forgotten.  Another gasp.

Ever-changing landscapes as the journey continues.  Mountains still to 
climb.

Slow urgencies; quickening pulses.  Discarded clothing wet in the sink.

An owl hooting out in the night; unheard, unremembered.  Deepening 
needs.

Pale logs all around, reflecting amber light; knotted eyes watching 
mutely.

Hand in glove; sugar and spice.

A small gust of wind; crackles and sparks up the chimney.  A bite on the 
shoulder.

One dam giving way.  Gentle avalanches.

Sweat mingling with other fluids; urgency redoubled.  Harsh breaths.

Lost in the moment, lost to the world.  Sweet agony sought and found.

Waves rolling onto a pebbled shore; spray thrown high.  Sighs and 
groans.

A sudden chill; covers pulled close.  Roses on silk on satin on velvet.

Footsteps on a sandy beach, two paths intertwined.  Wind erasing their 
memory.

Hand in glove; sugar and spice.