Until Reality Intervences

—Excruciating pain causes a jolt of familiarity through my body— the wild chase of restricted memories, muffled voices, blurred faces, a lock tumbling to find the significant click of a complex organism in place; what’s the combination? —Whisper memories not my own— until it tugs upon strings of my odd conscience, with a longing, softly blowing upon inexperienced skin, dripping sweat of want, —Touch; gently explore a wanton body— rekindling me with those gentle breaths upon my body, encircle, my waist with strong, warm tanned arms burying a smile, in the crook of my neck to inhale and imprint my scent in your senses. —Heat to change my state of matter— withering in response to ice, to heat, to the fertilizing flower explore me—every pore, flick of lashes, touch of flesh, and know me; my body, a vanishing haven for you against time and the world until reality intervenes.