in the wake of the loss of memories in words
all that is left
is the scent of your aftermath.
my fingers lead me through the creases, down the sheets, through your hair
my mind stolidly churns out the many running mares
a light bulb, dangling and swaying
casting uncertain shadows on waiting walls
a brief breeze of a temporary laugh
of contented sighs
my secret carousel of emotions
its colours and music only mine to keep
sugar-coated whispers
sweetness meant to fall away
never meant to stay
yet i'm whisked away to the
playground of your words
of skin
of hushed voices
where was my guard when i need it up
oh how i allow my feet to wander down the paths of intrigue and curiousity
and oh how they fail me sometimes.
this is where i wonder
why no one else would do
why i only could have
the wants for you
it makes me ponder
such a rush
and single lip stain
a single touch