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 hair on the breeze,

Hips swaying down the hall,

She invades me intent to conquer.

She holds me in prison in the closet.

The movement of her mouth,

Taught and troublesome,

She ends worlds with the words that escape her lips.

She binds me to the bed and strips me naked.

When dawn rises,

Her soft skin grows warm beneath my imagined touch,

And she leaves me breathless and utterly alone.

Memory breathes

But only when it holds you.