oranges and cinnamon soothe my burdened heart
chrysanthemums and poppies bleed my dead tears freely
I look outside and I can almost feel the aquamarine
as though it flows through my very veins
bright and glowing, I am filled with azure
I smell the embers of his presence
as I press myself against the place where he slept
patchouli and burnt tobacco trapped in my sheets
last night he covered me in a blanket of flesh
skin on fire on edge
I felt everything
the wind blowing through the crepe myrtle
mosquitoes stirring the night air
every minute touch of his mouth
hot and heavy
every tingling sensation
a trail left by his dry, soft fingertips
I am nothing but a bundle of nerves lay in waiting
all pins and needles
eternity without his touch on my flesh
exploring and caressing and inviting
shadows creep across my windows
reminds me how he slinks behind me
grabs hold of me
touching me without my request
I feel myself anticipating
waiting for the swell of the wave
please let his wave crash upon me
drown me in his fingertips
feel every nerve ending all at once
my skin is at his mercy
I praise the dawn of his nearness
cry tears of pure joy
he will descend on me
like the apparitional dawn
all of my nothingness will gain shape and form
just like his pillow
still cradling the shadow of his skull
long after he has left my bed
his ghost has escaped again
I hunger for his return
 
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