i dont remember

i am passionate
sure
smitten, I’ll confess
But the false alarms
I was ringing
were
silent, at best
Next to the bass drum
in my soul
when you enter my space

is it my fault
that i can’t recall
a single word
to convey
the ambush
of security
with your hand
on my waist

I don’t know that one exists
for the color in your eyes
ever-changing
innovating
sympathetic
hypnotize

if there are words for this
then i guess
i don’t remember

if it’s been said before
then i guess
i don’t recall

but i’m willing to bet
that i’d never forget
how glorious it’s been to fall