Held

I think
of you
and then
I stop
Salt
on my tongue
lovely
bones
more flavors
coming
not
thinking
tasting
La crème
an eye opens
on my
forehead
we are
in bed
lush grasses
somewhere
between mine
and
Ah
a
finger
navel
depression
sweet wine and
Jasmine
light
through a
tent flap screen
Warm breath

Barely felt
under my eyelids

What is memory?
There is only
what is currently
held