Mind’s Eye

by jesssouthwood

He noticed the creases of women’s mouths
The down or the up of them
The twitch of them, the teeth of them
Or the line left by their
Bra strap on their
Bare shoulder
He could remember the
Earlobes of every woman
He’d ever kissed
So many tiny moments of softness
He collected them
Pinning their memories to the
Walls of his brain
Like hundreds of powdery butterflies