Tamara Lynch

Kissing you was always like slipping into a warm bath
I would hold your face to mine, enclosing myself around you
And drift in and out of drowsy bliss

We’d exchange whispers but say nothing
Just thoughts of whimsy and nonsense
Feeling and hearing cause our eyes couldn’t see

Lying together in a timeless pose, a painting
Hanging over a candle lit mantelpiece
The random flicker of light foreshadowing our future

Time didn’t stop
And the memories haven’t faded. Instead they linger on my pillows
Entwining themselves like thorns through my hair