Enfoldings; picturesque enfoldings of memories. Grey, hazy sights. Night brings desire to know someone again, deeply. Fitting into sheets, blessed, breath, hot, sweat dreamy or needy, blessed or cold. How so cold? Corporeal pulsings that used to quell and now do not Now love swells, then it did not - How did I ever sleep with a heart so hot? Day break, forgetting - May days bring no mind ache. A bare witness. One, alone, bedroom soulless, mornings act, forgetting morning and focusing on who I am now, bed plans *** pangs focusing on picturesque foldings of hands.
What I must remember is that nostalgia is pink and the present is colourless.