it’s all coming back to me now.

symphonies swirl and dance, flowing out of my soul.

dark sapphire and velvet crimson adorn my cold mind in gold,

i drip jewels and blush a hot blue heartache.

eyes frowning with a grin, hair cascades with silk softer than any skin you’ve felt

wine dribbling down my chin, tears from my eyes.

i’m home.

the needle scratches the surface of my rigid heart,

utilizing its twisting depressions to play sacred swing melodies,

and suddenly, i can feel it again.

the muffled yearning, hoping for someone to look at me that way—

the way they have in the past;

the way that made me feel the sensuality of it all;

the very way that makes me want to cup my own cheek fervently.

i haven’t been here in a while, the numbing dilution of life,

joys in minutiae and repeated actions;

bound to a bed i can indeed leave...

but we know i won’t.