fire and breath
weighted
muscles twitch under the thought of touch
echoes in my mind
moments cascading memory
guitar pick between my fingertips
half remembered scent
teasing
words sung in a familiar voice
the hum of strings
fingertips
strong, on my cheek, through my hair
brown eyes staring at mine
dark, soft eyelashes
intense


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25 september 2001, jessicarane