I can remember the way touch feels
I can feel you tracing my spine
I can feel the hot water from a shower

The sweet kiss of a lover on my breast
Fingertips skating down my body.

That song connected me to that night
Scolding hot water
The burning caress of burbon over my cuts
Tile so cold growing into my flesh
the pulsating water from that song

Now summer in a new place
Rocking myself into a lull
For real this time
That song cam on
Eyes closed unable to open as if cement was poured between the lids

For reals it brought me back
I felt the water
I felt the tile
I felt the steak knif
all over my arms

Every new tune I played with the strings I made from my own pelt
I felt every taste of steel
Burbon running from chin to chest splashing on my new soon to be scars

Cracking my eyes open
Small smirk on my face
Sick twist
I love every second of that memory.