daydream

Echoes

lingering
residual
textural

not memory…
there
it is,
tongue on your tongue,
and lips,
and skin.

that soft spark
of sunshine
that slipped
so satisfyingly.

stuck
in this
never-ending bliss:
decadent
depraved
heightened
pleasures revealed.

truth
or
fantasy
cleave onto hope.
a temporal
orgy
manifests.

now,
back to work.