The touch of you in me is hard to forget.
I ask around and wonder if it’s true, if it exists.
Yet I have found myself asking
“Why Does it have to exist for me to feel?”
Lay in bed, feeling you as you caress my caramel skin
as slowly as possible,
to not evade the silent-sound waves
that are controlling our very moves,
our very heart beats,
our very own connection.
I inhale-and-exhale, inhale-and-exhale,
yet I can’t find sufficient air to maintain me alive
when you’re here.
So much current that you bring over me,
that my eye-sight is fixed
and I am able to fit as one, in you.
Ripples of calming water
will continue to circulate in my body
as your presence takes an absence to regain life.
Even though you might not be here with me,
your breath still warms my neck, mind, cheek.
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