Will She Remember

she is a goddess with an angelic face,
long lines curving round chaotic space,
soft heat consuming without a trace,
all who came before.

eagerly she comes to me,
we weave together magically,
a welded union electrically,
as dawn bleeds across the sky.

stolen moments, broken dreams,
these are things we share it seems,
but time never waits,
it nags and screams,
shaking the soul awake.

moments pass since our last embrace,
since I've caressed her angelic face,
her memory transcends time and space,
will she remember me?