Smell of cotton u's.

I don't want to take anyone, nor to be taken, for granted.

I want to discover the sweetness of tender love as if nothing else exists beyond.

I'll slide into an embrace, or feel a mischievous presence nearby, and realize I am feeling something long-forgotten, or perhaps, newly found.

The cool of steel, the warmth of spice, the softness of cotton... i want to feel as if wearing a comfortable pijama. Better yet, i feel like wearing the idea of a pijama, or what i once thought the idea of a pijama must be.

I am not learning something new, I am learning to remember.

Flashes of scented U's. Maps of Self's. I want no other memories, learnt fears, or expectations. I don't want rehearsed feelings, or worn caresses. None but mine.

Treading carefully across a glass bridge...