Pondering the effects of Mei

I am reminded of
the marmalade river
slowly runs it's course
around the bend
the small of your back
your outstretched chin
semi-crossed feet
dangling from the bed
lazy days
feeding my soul
nibbling on your
sweet ambrosia.

The promise I made
to worship you forever
september came too soon
now I reminisce of june
wondering where it went
migration is the way of life
and all of our yesterdays
must voyage to the great beyond.

The way your toes would rewind
my finger tracing along your skin
clockwise or counter?
my tongue would ask by doing.