Soon another segment somewhere close by
Unravels in a deeper shade of red.
Everywhere holes appear in the memory.
Instincts hoard together, loosing their way,
Crushing each other, gladly poking fun
At the confusion, they gayly simmer.
A familiar breeze teases the senses,
Fooling around on a well trodden track.
Summer thoughts in a vast winter midden;
A reach that had long forgotten its target
Finds sensation once more at finger tips.
Shudder creeps into view, onto the lips.
Breath whispers into the blues, wakes the heart,
A friendly fear brushes perceptions chart.
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