i miss your lips the way they'd smoothly dance like a genie in a lamp as you'd sing and speak
how sweet your memory tastes though the reality has long since faded
i cling to my effervescent exaggerations of our tangled past replaying time to time on the dream-screen of my mind as i snack lightly on the salty remarks of my youth and i laugh
it hurts but it feels so healthy
you fade through the moon-mist and dismiss your own existence once again proclaiming that you are nothing but an extension of it all a fingerprint of the wilky-way just a strand of DNA swimming through the wake of infinite expansion
i miss it
the beer-breath incantions you'd softly slur after dark the kisses you'd plant along my edges like the vines that trace the hedges in the front lawn of that dusty place we'd fake our love
nostalgia always begins so inviting untill you're finally feeling sea-sick from the over-ingestion of false sweets and pure imagination
now we're so far gone living in a different reality entirely i don't think i'd even know your face if i saw it i know you only by the way your shape fits in the frame another handsome man trapped forever in the reels of film of my mind
but i'll remember you you're woven into the wood works
drunkenly dancing through a serendipitous sea of names stands the lamen's term for your current shape your birth-given name credited with a handfull of scars left behind by a man who forced me to grow