Three Days in May Remembered

I wonder if you ever give
our last three days
in May a second thought ..
I know that I do
and for some odd reason,
even more so recently ..
And although
they happened long ago ..
Precisely where
and why tho’ must now
remain our secret ..
But just to set the record
straight here
for old time’s sake at least ..
Each day
felt, so fucking good I think
the single
malt may well have helped
a little bit to break
the ice at least, and so forth ..
Yet we did not rush,
but took our time and each
other freely ..
Now despite so long ago, I still
recall those
three days of ours, as if each
only happened
yesterday perhaps ..
Indeed, those gentlest of long
drawn out sighs ..
together with a corresponding
squeeze you gave
while on your knees on each
of five occasions ..
Then of course, there was that
last time, when you
did beg to hold me tight and me,
to just let go ..
Until the point, of course I did ..
The rest though
while occasionally recalled ..
Will now remain
consigned to the pages of a single
one off poem ..
Scribbled quick and henceforth
shall be named,
Three Days in May Remembered ..