Senses

Memories felt in veins.

Everytime the occasion opens a chest full of memories ,in stored in the cerebral compound.
They escape between the gaps even before the lid reaches half the way to its opening.
The escaped memories wiggles their way down to the pumping muscle, and accumulate to make it weigh heavier than it's bearable capacity.
It's weight compels it to pump harder. Though this beating muscle is prohibited from making it self heard.
Therefore not a decibel of sound escapes ,yet the vibrations are felt like shockwaves on the Plato of sternum.

The accumulation reaches its threshold. It's time to discard some memories. Discarded by the heart, memories are pumped into the veins. Veins that reach and touch all the senses.

When the musings of you reach my sense of smell. All the fragrance of your skin are felt as real and as close you could possibly be.
Straying from their paths. Drifting aimlessly into my veins they reach my sense of touch.
I pretend not to feel anything, but my goose bumps gives it away.

My memories have your touch and touch has memories.

Some naughty reminiscence enters my tastes buds. Can't help but to feel the salty yet sweet taste of the curves of your neck on the tip of my tongue.

Now there are a few stubborn bunch of recall sells that hits the 6th sense. And I know I'll remember all this and ever more, when I see you again. When I meet you again.
The touches might not be the same.
The distance will not let your fragrance reach me. I know I have been stripped off from all the rights to get the taste of you again.
But these memories will keep running through my veins. To keep them well alive .
And making it sure, it stays that way.