I move through the day
and your hands are still on me
I hear your voice
like a soundtrack to my thoughts
I can feel
the warmth of your breath
against my cheek
your fingers
brushing my hair back from my face
before your lips brush mine
slowly…
Your heart beats against my palm
You are hungry
and I wish to feed you
endlessly…
And so …
in my mind
I walk with the feel of you
under my skin…
behind my thoughts…
never in words
but through sensations
of feeling alive
because of you
written some years ago on a misty day
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