Some lingering scent. Unwashable.
Nostril in quivers and shudders of impatience.
Time stands still -a horse shot to death.
A gelatinous time with trapped sounds.
Insects caught in a net,
turning to dust between fingers.
an unwavering image
in the back of the eye.
An inaudible voice
before the heavy head hits the pillows.
the last conscious thought
of a tired mind.
An itch in the fingertips,
a sudden burst of heat.
a taste of water,
an aftertaste of kiss.
A constant presence.
A room in one’s mind.