Remind me that you're real, love.
Vestigial memories of your rib cage seem untoward at present
when faced with those burning truths that were prior deemed unworthy
with a brush from my clove-clad fingertips.

Remind me that you're real for I am in grave danger of forgetting
or perhaps remembering
or perhaps forgetting to remember
or perhaps pitching forward into genuine neglect.

Remind me why I gave up everything for fragility,
why my shoulder blades dance in my taught skin
remind me of the solidity of my cupped chin in your capriscious palms
I want to recall that sanctity or forget everything altogether.

I want you to remind me with sensuality as thick as a bouquet
promise me that you're real with your idyllic lips on my skin
we are eternally ephemeral.
so be quick love,
quickly
remind me why I stay.