Memory breathes
But only when it holds you.
Sleepless nights filled with your scent,
perfumed by the love wrought,
These memories could rise up and walk among the living.
She takes me to my knees in the kitchen.
Watch as she goes,
Stretching like a cat with claws barred,
She pads stealthily into the mundane moments of my mind.
She scorches my skin in the shower.
The squish of her hai...