Sand

  Sand in myteeth: memorylingers what havewe become?Stuck in shifting reefof time.Vision fades it always doesleaving a blush,a smile bygonesequenceof events. Paradiseis here, now:tangled skin on skin,a pillow whereyou lay your head. Scent of lovelike frangipaniflower subtle, fragile,intimatessub text: mirage.