There is you, up on the screen in pseud0-hazy film with false friends and a false smile, captions betraying a juvenile sense of grammar and of thought, hands clasping the collar of a revealing blouse, eyes lined in dark crayon to reflect a wild-lustful heart.  Innocent and yet your innocence so long shattered by a weak man of a father and the erosion of wild first love, you catch the lens of a distasteful snapshot.  The pixels that make up your soft lips and cat smile reflect on my half-closed eyes, imagining passionate love with this woman again, years and memories removed from our last intimate moment.  Thoughts are only thoughts, fantasy fleeting into airy daydreams, however.  I remove myself, check out, into a world ago, states away and memories fresh and raw.  Here is the night we lay embraced beneath stars.  Here is the day we named for ourselves.  Here is the day you asked me to keep you.  I play Takk like a scarf of velvet tingling the beautiful neck of a woman, running endlessly like a slice of infinity through soft-tender memories.  I can still see the shape of your hip as you lay naked, smiling with tearful eyes -- I can live with you through memories, moments full of love in the past, bitter and frustrating in the tedious now.