Feels like a million years ago, don’t you think? The open wounds have closed, the bitter aftertaste long subsided. Now your color, our color, emerge just so slowly, into my eyelids again. Your blue sky, white and red hibiscus. White stripped planes, yellowish airport sign. Blackened night sea with its waves touching the shore. Dark blue, light blue, red mini SUV. Moss green bottle of olive liquid soap. Dark brown, brown, and the lightest brown of your eyes.
Stripping down my clothes of consciousness. This once, only this once, I surrender.
Remember me, Baby. Please remember me.
Stripping down my clothes of consciousness. This once, only this once, I surrender.
Remember me, Baby. Please remember me.
