running our fingers through my mind.

and remembering the way your black tresses went passing through my fingers, my mind going back through time, leaving neon contrails behind, going back, going back, swimming in it now and breathing it in, then it hits, I'm there and something inside my chest explodes, and I close my mind for the moment, letting it all sink in, letting myself sink until there is no up, no down, only the weightlessness of passed time and the blackhole gravity of the accessory emotions, I gaze at you again and see you smile, I have your scent again, coiling up inside me, growing, and feeling your teeth nibble my tongue as we kiss and then darkness and then light as I regain my vision then I see your eyes in the golden afternoon sun, glistening and rolling as the ocean we watched all afternoon one certain summer day, but I go back to your hair, liquid darkness in my hands, that I kiss traveling to your neck and I see you closing your eyes, both of us becoming warm water and joining, joining in a pool of memories, seeing each other, scenting each other, hoping for some hope of touch, of feel, of the embrace to take us home again, together and casting off the shell of a lifetime of solitude.