Dysmorphia

I recall the shape

I thought I'd recorded on a glance

To keep a trace

Of the resemblance of your face.

As we disconnect,

I remember at pace

Shape to volume

Of your embrace

And it's a scattered bunch of impatience,

A whole sea of sensations,

For in waves still I tremble

At craving the full remembrance,

And I can't reassemble.

I dissect with devotion

Every shape of your smile

And it haunts me to lose them

As they fade

In my inner ocean,

As they were the most tender

And still I

Can't remember.