Sand in my

teeth: memory

lingers

 

what have

we become?

Stuck in

 

shifting reef

of time.

Vision fades

 

it always does

leaving a blush,

a smile

 

bygone

sequence

of events.

 

Paradise

is here, now:

tangled

 

skin on skin,

a pillow where

you lay your head.

 

Scent of love

like frangipani

flower

 

subtle, fragile,

intimates

sub text:

 

mirage.