A memory of you reaches out
a hand,
floating to the top of my
consciousness as if the
layers of time
are water
in it, you are
smiling and picking
currants out of scones
the flour that dusts
your fingertips touches
me, unawares
we are sharing sugar
between lips and
in that kiss I knew
we were sinking
sinking down between
the wavers of flesh
and moans
to be shipwrecked
with you, was a
fantasy
but now I am
sinking,
sinking,
without
you
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC
A memory of you reaches out
a hand,
floating to the top of my
consciousness as if the
layers of time
are water
in it, you are
smiling and picking
currants out of scones
the flour that dusts
your fingertips touches
me, unawares
we are sharing sugar
between lips and
in that kiss I knew
we were sinking
sinking down between
the wavers of flesh
and moans
to be shipwrecked
with you, was a
fantasy
but now I am
sinking,
sinking,
without
you
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