I hear the hollow hall-sounds speaking;
Shadows shift periph’rally.
Deepened tones converse in love jests;
My goosebumped ears left tingling.

I touch abandoned tiny face hairs,
Soapy slivers’ shelf-life suds.
Humid mirror face-shapes watch me
As happy echoes sing of love.

I see re-mem’ries filling shelf space,
Animating cloth removed.
Warmth exists in just-shed off’rings
As longing sings a forlorn tune.

I breathe Old Spices’ flavoring:
Leather jacket memories.
Ling’ring scents wake nasal dreamscapes;
I inhale from phantasies.

I taste forgotten moon kiss dreamlings,
Testing tang of warm skin’s feel;
Senses silence in timeless moment:
Love-making ethereal.

One thought on “

  1. Marissa A Vellinga July 30, 2017 / 5:37 pm

    I think this is so good! You capture the experience and emotions of memory so well. And I love how you used “phantasies”. But really, this is my favorite so far.


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