Memories

Bottled amnesia slips gently down,
Bitter but soothing the wounds,
Like salt in a baby's scars,
Every memory burnt and burning.

The desire to dissolve the past to dust
Is stronger than erstwhile joy
I can still see them entwined
Wrapped in an embrace, chained together.

A mass of swarming hands,
And sensations stroking every nerve,
She collapses open, lets him swarm inside.

All the wasps she's let in
And not a sting or scab tainting her,
Pristine, a perfect virgin flower of lust.

I can't be certain if it happened at all that time.