A Taste In His Mouth

The cloudy mists swirled around inside his head, tendrils of fog dancing to an unheard melody, creating patterns, guiding his thoughts, coalescing and dissipating at random intervals, in turn leaving him breathless and flushed. Lately she’d taken to inhabiting his dreams, walking with him on a clean-swept beach as the tide rolled in, holding his hand, leaning in so that her scent would linger, the warmth of her, the press of her breasts against his arm, teasing, haunting, only to evaporate like the marine layer with the light of the morning sun.