Memori

It’s almost

as if I’m trying to

catch a memory from a previous lifetime.

Remembering,

bodies entangled

positions ill-suited for daytime

moans

and movements specific to you. 

You as you are now.

Not as I knew you then. 

It is all muddled because my point of reference is not recent memory.

Deja Vu, I’ve been here before. 

I think. 

Creating chaos when my mind makes time to imagine. 

To fantasize appropriately. 

Muscle memory kicks in,

like riding a bike.

I experience manipulated muscle spasms when your are in my presence. 

Or on my mind. 

The body remembers what the mind refuses to fathom,

an indulgence in total satisfaction, regularly. 

Absent of distraction, unlike now, where attempts at fantasy morph into inundated memories that refuse capture. 

Instinctive actions led by a familiarity from lifetimes ago. 

Trying to unblock memories disguised as brief imagined encounters.

The mind wanders, simultaneously trying  to make sense of it all. 

The question is “What that thing do?” 

I know the answer. 

It has escaped me.