You think love ends when you do not see me?
You think wanting you stops just because you’re out of sight?
Every breath of mine beckons yours to meet it.
Each drop of sweat on my skin longs for your tongue.
You think I don’t wonder what you taste like in the morning?
My body pulses with the sound of your voice.
I swear I can still smell your skin.
And I stole one of your shirts.
The inconvenience of it all is little to endure,
compared to the ache in my core and the void in my heart.
The gentle union of our hands.
A head resting in a lap.
Our bodies sinking into each other.
A tangle of limbs wound together.
What we promised.
The things said in the dark.
Am I not always with you?
If not, I am certainly lost.
mbz/2009
thinking of my muse
