captured
by the mind’s eye.
A video loop on replay.
Pause.
Replay...
He lends his lips
to my skin,
like he is promising this canvas,
that
his fingers have not forgotten its color.
I have
never felt like I
exist more than
I do,
when he touches me.
when he touches me.
Now forever
a reference
a recollection
a fiber of memory
a permanent part of our DNA.
The most beautiful story
written in invariable ink.
An unerasable moment in time,
shared between two souls.
Pause.
Replay...
