Do you remember
Our passion, that
Of young love?
Fresh and new
As passion built.
We could not get enough
Of love or of each other.
Fingertips touching,
Mouth on mouth,
Melting our flesh  
Into one body!

I was so inexperienced
You had to be, at times
Both teacher and lover.
And I, on the porch,
You, at ground level,
My tall young man,
So that I could
Get "hello" & "Goodbye"
Kisses on the porch.
Happy to die at last
Love-smothered.