I wake up
Terrified
Knowing that your scent
(In all its transcendence)
Is fleeting.

The fear is not unfounded.
Yesterday, my most summer shirt
Smelt like
Your touch at sunset

Tongue
Pressed to my lungs,
Fingers
That forever lingered
Hair
Tousled air

But today
It lies dead,
Crushed beneath the burning sky it weathered
After a day bereft
Of your cool laughter

Beloved,
Try as I may to hide it,
We both know when
My clothes have not touched you enough

- Lui(s)