i haven't written in a while. which depresses me. but i was washing dishes (when i do all of my deepest thinking, randomly) and decided to write. here's what came out. still a work in progress i think.
Sometimes things aren't what they seem.
They shimmer at the edge of your senses
so you can feel them, but you try and touch
and they dissipate at your fingertips
disappearing into a world you can only hope to ever see again.
the rythmic hum of your heart sounds under my ear.
it calms me and my breath in and out match the beat
there is no beginning or end,
and i forget where you start and i finish,
where we meet is all i dream of.
I bring my fingers to my mouth and taste the iridescence.
i think it tastes like you, but i'm no longer sure.
it's been so long.
i reach further and further back into my mind
streching to the recesses,
wondering if i'll ever remember.
and then you're back
and its been so long.
But my lips remember the way yours wrap around them
and my fingers remember how they intertwine
my body remembers how it feels when you touch me
and when my eyes find yours easily in this crowded room
i know i never forgot.
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