City of Shared Stories Kuala Lumpur

It’s a puzzle I don’t quite understand
This hallow and pain in the pit of my stomach
like a wound that wouldn’t close
and the emptiness of my hands on its own
aching for that feeling, that touch
that smell
that comfort
that surge of blood rushing through my head
that trail of warmth
fingers intertwined, slowly caressing
teasing, running away and coming back
finding your hands in the dark
knowing it’s there
fondling.
I need to hold on to that feeling
I reach for my ring
I remember it witnessing
my eyes on your gaze
my fingertips crawling
tracing
along your hands, your arms, your face
your moisten lips
where I pause and linger
And you sucking it in
and how it made my pulse skip
when you bite it
gently
slowly
and I feel lightness
and I want to close my eyes
but I opened it wider instead
to see you
to remember you, to remember this moment
just as it was.