The mind may have forgotten, but the body remembers everything -
in the melody of a song, in a rip of a dress, in a taste stuck at the
tip of your tongue, in the freckled constellation splattered across
your light skin, in a look not mean to be a look, in the movement
of their hips against yours, in a graze between nervous hands, in
the loud beat of your beating heart. In one moment, the body
remembers everything so vividly, so wildly, as if it were experiencing
it the first time & the last time combined - an explosion of sorts that
will never seem to leave with time. these things have become pieces
of us, that have found a way to stay forever, as much as we deny it
ever happened, but the reality is that it was never a figment - in fact,
it was our realest dream somehow brought to life.
in the melody of a song, in a rip of a dress, in a taste stuck at the
tip of your tongue, in the freckled constellation splattered across
your light skin, in a look not mean to be a look, in the movement
of their hips against yours, in a graze between nervous hands, in
the loud beat of your beating heart. In one moment, the body
remembers everything so vividly, so wildly, as if it were experiencing
it the first time & the last time combined - an explosion of sorts that
will never seem to leave with time. these things have become pieces
of us, that have found a way to stay forever, as much as we deny it
ever happened, but the reality is that it was never a figment - in fact,
it was our realest dream somehow brought to life.
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