I fight the cloud of forgotten passions

Do you remember when we streamed down the line of the Pacific ocean, just two brash radical cats lost in oblivion? You have to remember, you must, the nights we spent together
with no sound but the burning of our guts.
You must remember, me, sheathed in you,
our kisses were rosy blue, the wind threw your hair like
a head of wheat that soughed Medusa style
we were lost
in the ocean of youth, do you remember? The tune that bled
from the car stereo speakers?
do you remember the stains of our love that breathed lives?
do you remember that dark that I could fight off, with you by my side?