my mind again returns to these thoughts of mouth: the parting of seaways; the excellent bridge of its voice; the smothering intonation of its warm and bossom cloister.
i remember it in the new morning; naked and shifting of limbs. it kissed down the back and tasted between its thighs of sighing and saltsea–cheek and blushing.
i remember and i move: the winsome drove of its dull dream catch and habituate me. i am alone in its fingers; and even from which other kisses cannot wake.
occasionally there is laughter–i can hear–from way off.