Nascent Lust

Nestles shared against the cold on a windy day
are shot into our memory hold
as a delta ray
Sunsets shared against the rail on a sailing ship
are filed into our memory trail
as a wistful trip
Dances shared against the move of a ballroom sound
are sent into our memory groove
as a proving ground
Touches shared against the face on a nascent lust
are fused into our memory trace
as a cosmic dust
Kisses shared against the fence of a farmstead field
are built into our memory sense
as a harvest yield
Secrets shared against the rest on a furtive scheme
are put into our memory chest
as a private dream