Skin folds neatly-
well defined creases,
pre-existing
signs.
The brow draws lines
sweat beads
and the lizard aches.
I forget where the light was
but I remember every curve
highlights-
soft
and sharply defined-
places I've only seen in magazines
or perhaps
in the back of my mind.
Singed flesh
at the back of the neck
a dream
a thought
a desire
passing by in the night
its breath
gone with the sun.
