Again

I return to the scene,

my heart, forever trapped

in those never ending moments

that eclipse all other memory,

the poetry of your kisses,

tickling me with whispers –

like ships that sail

on fantasy.

I snatch specific seconds

from random reflections,

remembering the trembling,

but not whether it was adrenaline;

or the fear of not touching you

again.

 

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