every time i remember him
i can remember the way his chest moved
up and down
slowly like a bobbing sail boat
calmly to a red sky
a red sky at night
every time i remember him
i can remember the hairs on his arm
how they stretched unimaginable lengths
to a space beyond space
where fate had aligned perfectly
and the stars had aligned perfectly
to where i could touch his arm
every time i remember him
i can remember the way he touched me
always getting closer
and always stroking my skin as a sign of comfort
his pores on his face were all perfectly spaced apart
they knew me
and knew what i have been imagining
my hands are embarrassed
and he knows why
this whole time i keep falling
i know i think i know
i know i think i know something is stuck there
stuck in the back of my mind
like chewing gum on the side of the road