Solitary Paradise

My form tightened, lifted, sifted into something else.

Your smell will hit me in the gut when I least expect it. I'll break at the bend and lungs will evacuate breath.

I'll stow you away into the more forgotten recesses of mind; a phantom from a dream in a world I can't quite recall, a solitary paradise half-seen until the defenses of wakefulness return me to lucidity.