I wake up
Terrified
Knowing that your scent
(In all its transcendence)
Is fleeting.
The fear is not unfounded.
Yesterday, my most summer shirt
Smelt like
Your touch at sunset
Tongue
Pressed to my lungs,
Fingers
That forever lingered
Hair
Tousled air
But today
It lies dead,
Crushed beneath the burning sky it weathered
After a day bereft
Of your cool laughter
Beloved,
Try as I may to hide it,
We both know when
My clothes have not touched you enough
- Lui(s)
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 11:55 PM UTC
I wake up
Terrified
Knowing that your scent
(In all its transcendence)
Is fleeting.
The fear is not unfounded.
Yesterday, my most summer shirt
Smelt like
Your touch at sunset
Tongue
Pressed to my lungs,
Fingers
That forever lingered
Hair
Tousled air
But today
It lies dead,
Crushed beneath the burning sky it weathered
After a day bereft
Of your cool laughter
Beloved,
Try as I may to hide it,
We both know when
My clothes have not touched you enough
- Lui(s)
