A memory of the sun

This memory
Is made of something
Stronger than thoughts
Stronger than the senses
For you’re all I can paint in my dreams
Once filled with open spaces
And seas
And all that I hear
Over the drone of the city
What my skin longs to feel
Is your gentle warmth
Crawling over the pillow
It recalls this memory quite often
In a moment without occupation
This memory was built
By more than feeble minds
The flesh of our carnal lust
Fueled by each other’s hot breath
A layer peeled away by the sun


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