Steps in mud, imprinting the soles of my feet everywhere,  in whomever, I have  been— The fragrance of Amazing Grace and  estrogen implants itself in the depths of nasal memories. Ocean optics flash as the smell passes them by. Their fondest dream, their biggest regret.  Proust phenomenon. Lovers and lust, I ponder of  what has been, what could be. Letters of affection that have no end,  until there’s a  ring on my hand.  Wandering eyes and a yarning soul. To be craved and touched. A blissful high. An aura entangled with mine.  Tokens of my essence scattered around, the value of care vary from one holder to another.  Coins I carry that weigh me down  but make me lucky.  Like a feather, fragile and beautiful. I’ll hold you until polluted with disease.  Desertion and desire,  what brings curiosity to each moment I breathe. So until I die, I’ll keep you safe. Untouchable and ageless, the absence but presence  of love.