Palm Blade Memory (for Champen Kungk)

It is fading now
that picture of a feeling
into my grey folds
less than it used to be

When I would cease to count
stealing the forbidden glance
check and turn, then back
to gently catch your blade

You glared at me
"you're wrong!"
and there was more love
in our fingertips
than the deepest kiss
under a winter's moon.