The Beautiful and The Unbeautiful - a collection of poems and texts

I Can Remember

I can remember her fragrance, playfully stimulating my nostrils, reminding me of summer afternoons and extraterrestrial cozyness.

I can remember the touch of her arms, gripping me in a supercilious hug, reminding me of forgotten, fake memories of apple pie on a windowsill and plump mothers giving care as though it were natural gift.

I can remember the touch of her lips against my own, the warmth of her breath and our hearts racing, though it has not happened. A forgotten memory of tomorrows past perhaps, or simply a wishful thinking from a hopeless...