Been awhile, and since last we spoke, I can confirm that magic works and dreams come true.

Aftermath

The smell of you on my wrap
is the smell of us on your face,
wrapped in memories of
the delight that placed it there.

Its soft folds still hold
the warmth of your body in the night.

From then and forever I stay wrapped
in the memory;
and your warmth,
and the aura of joy.