memory fades
in gentle cushions of thought
how days turn out quite refreshing
without hapless sprints
towards your progress
no more liquified knees
or rushing breaths
im still scared by the way
of how your scent can
blind periphery vision
narrow it down to your location
i might not help myself
convert shades into desert screams
all the while invading
spaces between you and me
unjust weapons
excluding options for surrender
let me bury you know
deep; pacific rim
unfortunately
im like a wave flowing
through the beaches
the wind yearning to
touch your cheek
the sand slipping
between two feet