Remembering you...

 With eyes shut tightly to keep away the tears my lips can still remember how it felt to brush along the inside of her thighs, my face still feels the pressure of her breast against it as we lay in the morning light. My hands still feel the shape her body made as I held her close in the night. I remember the residue of her hair wax upon my cheek after kissing her head when we made love. My shoulder still remembers how her eyelashes brushed against it when she was pretending to sleep, as though a butterfly had landed there and never left. My eyes remember how they filled each time I heard her laugh, my ears remember the rhythm of her breathing as she slept curled around me in the coldness of an abandoned tent. They remember always knowing she was near with bells tied around her ankles and the moisture of her breath upon me. I remember her, I can feel her, her ghost walks into the room and lies beside me, her eyes which reveal all to me are shining in the lamplight telling me to hold her close and rock her to sleep in my willing arms. Ah the nicotine on her fingers, the cocoa butter on her skin, the tiny birthmark just above the line of her underwear, her perfection, her flaws.... Love love.....love.