Dial tone

The past informs the present
Memory will capture in its grip
Makes past seem present
Honey sweet ache
Thick and rough
Taste on tongue, smell of jasmine oil
Burnished shine made melt
Suck and taste
Kiss, lick pulse

Eyes open and it falls away
Frozen moments
This now, this second
This is all there is
Find me, as I look on
Take my hand, my heart
This now, and every future now
Slipping one into the next
By my side

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