this is what remains.
fragments of light,
and nothing more.
yet somehow laughter
hangs here
still, like a thick smoke
in the air.
& passion tingles upon
our fingertips
softly tracing out,
their flesh memories.
while bitten tongues retain the taste
of sweetly swollen lips
& lush forbidden fruits.
what once was lingers
on the fringe of
fragile hearts
but…
there are only fragments of light here
we must fumble
through this dark.
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