Initial Gasp

Standard

Your photographic memory came to life

The moment you saw him

And those,

Those

Echoes of touch

Erupt inside your mind

Every time you 

Close your eyes.

Palpitations resume.

Fingertips recall

Lips warm.

And senses remember first encounter,

Impressions from skin kissing skin.

Want

And the pull

Of 

It all

Generating lack of gravity.

Yet

Where were you going after all?

Nothing existed before this merging,

Before the initial gasp.

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