Asides and Alleyways

...et, c'est moi qui vous remercie

That look
you give but never see
when, in love, you
                              reach
                                          for
                                                  me
remains
                              my private
                                                  treasure;
the smell of you,
                              those sounds you make,
the way the want brings you
                                                  to shake
instills exquisite pleasure
with just
                              the thought,
                                                  the memory
of once
upon
a time with me
spent lost
to time, the world -
and they,
engrossed
within its bright parade
passing by
whilst we digress
in various stages
of undress.