One that will never be further than the fringes of memory.

The language of skin on skin
A million words, a thousand images
A single near-telepathic sensation
A tangle of limbs
An entity of warmth
An iron brand seared into mind's eye
Gently caressing the roughness of said scar
Every touch a tingle. Every tingle a flash.

Until then I ride the endless meandering river.
A waterfall or the open sea i know not.