.Memory.

In the absence of all

That it was,

We would pull the sheets

(Transparent white,

Morning sun gives your eyes that glow)

Over our heads,

Laugh at the tickling feeling that we both had in our guts

And twine our fingers;

We would lock the sun in our hands,

Lock it like lips,

Lock it like hips

(In the warmest cell

Of human flesh

To ever brace to touch).

In my passionless heartache,

We would:

The past, an imagined memory.

The future, a fantasy.

…

Only a dream.