Haunting Desire

I remember you best
in your peasant dress,
Your chestnut hair flowing & dancing
in those sultry NYC streets;
The sweet innocence
in your disbelieving eyes
When I'd explained the intent
of the guys who'd forever stop you in the street.

We'd drink & talk
late into the night,
And we'd make love for hours
with my Brother in the very next room.
I loved the embarrassment you'd felt
in those early mornings
When you'd remember
the sounds you couldn't help but make.

The love you'd brought to me,
and the pain we couldn't express
At our mis-communication
and child-like grasp of the desires we'd felt
Have never stopped
strangling my heart with one or another.
Your beauty and grace
haunt me each day and make me want you all the more.