the night before

"the night before"
the silky lines of your scent
intertwine and glide
with grace,
in the breeze,
and find
the space in my mind
that holds all my memories of you,

a swirl of formless colors
splash upon each other
touching the edges
of my other senses,
and I can almost taste you
on my tongue again,
remembering when I felt you
at the tips of my fingers again,
sliding over your skin
with your lips
so close to mine,

I find myself now
in between
my thoughts and sensations
leaving only the memories
from the essence you left
from the night before.
-Armando Torres