a recollection

She kept remembering she had something to say but for some reason couldn't draw the words up from underneath. An undergrowth of guilt finally made sense again, how it stuck to the roof of her mouth and made her carry tension around the jawline. There was a deep abiding presence beneath her collarbones and it shone, grazing bones with two fingers she'd remember her constant companion nostalgia and recall the way your eyes turned down, the width of bed you shared, the first time you opened up and poured yourself away- how easily it flowed from you, you both let gravity take its toll and dispense, how you succumbed and gave yourself to her, how she arched from the base of spine and reciprocated. She wouldn't let that go not ever and spent the next thousand turns figuring how to show you.