a half remembered dream
of a memory of a dream
within a dream of you
around a corner and up an endless stair
up and up and up and up and through
a locked door that has no key or hole
to an empty room filled with ghosts
of echoing laughter and the sensual trigger
that is the distillation of you --
your embrace, skin on skin, that last caress
the feel of you under my hands electric
engulfed in you, lost in your eyes
senses suffused all from a trace a hint on the wind
I am forever haunted by the scent of you.