it was 30 years ago and it was also today
the same pale white embrace
the same melting sensation
the same connection
this person who has been metaphorically dead for a lifetime if not actually deceased
but those questions are released and forgotten
my mouth is full of him my hands are full of him my mind is full of him
it is like before only updated and improved
everything is white and green and pale blush pink and dark brown almost black spots of stubble on his chin
and then everything shifts and there's a smell of shit
the beautiful scene spoiled as reality barges in