We met for the first time, again today.
I have happened upon you
too many times.
Charisma rebuffs the pain.

You recognize me, move swiftly to my side.
And yet, I do not recognize you.

We embrace for the first time, again today.
I have explored your passions
too many times.
Yearning invites the rogue.

You know my shame, tighten your grasp.
And yet I refuse to remember you.

I ache to forget for the first time, again today.
Seduced by the burden of my own longings
too many times.
Pretense exposes the sham.

You hesitate, pull away to look anew.
And I? I begin to remember you.

Published in the collection, Tuesday's Child: Poems from The Blue Heron
(Piquant Press, December 2011) 
Copyright © 2011 Cheryl Andrews