Mindful, yet timeless
The ocean and stars
Wash my sheets clean
Unkempt,
but for reasons fallen small.
Pristine,
they radiate pale moonlight.
The shape of them still tells
of a sensual moment evident,
but with fading memory found.
I stand, wondering:
This imprint, this fossil –
Does memory derive relevance,
Or are my sheets simply in need of tucking?