Kristen McIntyre

focus in, replay the moments incessantly

build a memory palace with one room

dedicated exclusively to the way his lips

say your name

close your eyes, open them on the other side

forget what bits are fantasy, it’s all reality

in your mind

let his voice drip down your neck as he presses

you against a wall in your glittering palace

come often, leaving always against your will

- flecks of gold left sticking to your dewy skin