The night is too hot to sleep in and I stay awake staring at the light leaking in through my paper thin curtains. But no, this time it's not my thoughts pulsing painfully my conscious wake.
Hot, my heart spikes with each beat. Too loud, too heavy, your scent begins to overtake my body. Your gentle touch to the bare shoulder. The slow burn of desire to my slender neck. A kind kiss to the shy forehead.
Memories murmur murmur murmur
spiraling in my blood, rushing higher—my breath skips beats
your fingers imprint onto my back and your warmth into my heart
Perhaps love is too a muscle memory that the body remembers
Too keen, too sharp, they cut all too deeply till I bleed you, and only you
