when light trickles of techni-coloured beat dribble slowly
down chunky stomps of rocky bass,
and the luridly-crusted vocalised grazes barely
scrape the surface of my skin,
—let alone the depths of my pulsating heart
it is only then, would i remember the
scent (and the way you used to draw circles with your
fingers in my back) of a person that i had almost forgotten.