Innocence Connect

I envision sweet euphoria,

Against my tastebuds.

My shadow is compromised by this compelling symmetrical reflection.

An image not comparable.

I rub my eyes from blurred vision.

My senses are enriched with curiosity.

I encourage the sensation with sensitivity.

My imagination assumes reality.

I let these feelings manifest.

I let them rest between my hippocampus,

In hope that it remains to witness what it once saw.

I feel...

My surroundings isolating my shadow and suffocating my image.

I welcome it with naked desire to only excite what once existed.

I hold my breath.

My body encapsulated with sweat.

A story board drawn and written in past tense.

I am awoken with tingles, heat and...

Neglect.

I feel like...

I wish I was next.

I wish the tear drop that trickled down my cheek and fell gracefully on my lips,

I wish my tongue didn't recognise the flavour.

It reminded me

Of a time when innocence connects.