Memory Brushes Past

memory’s delicate tendrils

reach out

brush the nape

of my neck

cause an electric shiver

that courses

down my spine

the past

whispers

syllables

sweet and breathy

that tickle

my ear

remember

it implores

remember 

crisp white sheets

whiff of cedar

sound of the ocean

butterfly brush

of eyelashes

against

salty skin

kisses

so soft

they dissolved like sugar

and lemon

on my eager tongue

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