Lost & Found

I can almost feel the warmth of his sage like breath as he trails the pathway to my lips with his tongue until he ruptures me with such intensity that we fall into one another.    
   
Intoxicatingly, he positions his thigh between the both of mine and pulls me close as though we were still familiar.    
   
Like we were with one another as rage raged in the background in the twilight of his room as I felt the weight of him, pinning me beneath heaven & hell as the earth quaked.    
   
And still, after all this time I fall into those moments just like I did when closing time and last drinks rolled around, and I knew where I wanted to be, nestled in between the beating of his heart, and the weight of probability as my heart was under arrest.    
   
And I wonder as I wander through his pages, rearranging his words, to feed the hunger within my heart & soul.    
   
Words, that mean something as I long to hear them tumble from his lips, all over my nape once again, and I’m reminded of the epicentre that exists within my thoughts, and how he perches himself uninvitingly upon the peripheral of my psyche, taunting me with what could’ve, should’ve and would’ve been had he not.    
   
And, all is fair in love and war, and love is lost on him as he goes to war, unable to discern the carbon copy from the blueprint.  
   
We become the sum of our lovers, from the first to the last, and some of us have a memory centre that reflects an atlas full of places we’ve been and seen but never touched and felt as tangible as those moments we spent trying to solidify ourselves in one another’s hearts.