Savings (2)

My eyes have taken pictures of your face. My ears, your words. The papillae of my tongue, the pristine tastes of your lips. My fingers, the shape of your shoulder and arm. The scents of your days and nights I have filled into my nostrils; and now, now, now — in the corner of my cell, in the world of cement corridors — I am immersed, immersed, immersed in the world of my golden reserves...