[ 2301 hrs. ]
everything lingers;
from skin beneath and
down to every bone.
each thread of fabric
embeds the remaining redolence
as if by memory,
my skin and the ghost of your fingertips
never ceased its ignition.
scorching. burning.
everlasting dance of heat and salt
YOU ARE READING
IMP /SEC
Poetry─「 🕓 」 ───────── in every second of the clock, i think of you and you alone ╱|、 (˚ˎ 。7 |、˜〵 じし ˍ,)ノ ──────────────── 𝐈𝐌�...
