Lacuna

Just out of grasp, 

he could almost hear  

and almost see 

The flicker of a tongue

though it wouldn’t stop long enough 

to actually read it

But he remembered how it tasted

what it used to taste like 

Was blood and honey 

and the salt of your inner thigh 

It felt real so urgent

Except

there is something missing.  

Something about a song, 

A lyric that kept repeating

Until it almost made sense

But only for only a moment and now gone

Now the crucial part was missing

There was an absence 

more real than the memory itself

beyond his grasp

beyond his fingers numb and frozen 

the wind blew through his ears

Making a whistling sound

He could almost feel

the actual hole 

Of his soft memory

Almost taste his soft lips

The moment they 

first kissed.