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 tell
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 in need of tucking?
