Pajolo Cam

Your scent steeped in my bedsheets

I inhale, craving

Filling my lungs with unwavering fire

Eyelids squeezed shut

Your name in my mouth

Exhale, releasing

Conjured the feeling of your steady gaze meeting mine

Uttering, gasping, grasping onto your ghost

The firmness of your touch

Leaves me senseless, flushed

I remember the pool date

Your hat askew

Hazy yellow light flashes in your earring

Anchored composure

Oh, your hands

Holding the memory of keeping me still

Your brown eyes, low with aim

With satisfaction looming in the air

Strike, roll, in

Or not

You find pleasure in getting it right

Over and over

You get it right