sense of Belonging.

my memories of you smell like
twisted campfire
that does not belong to you
but i hope your hurricane eyes
drown you out
and we can be two of a
pair
of broken refugees
stealing room in ourselves
for another half-oxygen breath
of twilight.

if we asked you to forget the world,
you would say no every time
but every time i close my eyes
i forget a little more
of what you look like

[except your seabourne eyes--]