‘THE LAST IMPRINT’ BY JAMES COCKYANE. No particular theme.

‘THE LAST IMPRINT’ BY JAMES COCKYANE. No particular theme.

Your heat peers through the cracks
in the blinds of my rib cage; with the heart blinking into life
bleary eyed, but living.
The beauty lies in its passing –
And turning over under duvets of
dreams, the moment is cast into the well of my mind,
where beads of light glow
beneath silt and stone.
Closing my eyes again, i feel our bodies mold to one another,
and I forget my form
and welcome yours.
There might be a time where our hearts, so full, forget our absence,
or the texture of our memory is washed to smoothness
but if I were to die now,
The last imprint I would leave
In the darkness, would be a smile.

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