You I

Even when my eyes are closed I can see your face
shining through the heavy lids like a sun,
whether I’m flying high in a dream or from
a nightmare full of blood and gore I’m on the run.
When I have stopped breathing for a while even then
your smell is all that lingers in my brain,
like you are in the core of my blood cells
flowing to and fro through the arteries and veins.
Even when I have grown too comfortably numb
the desire to touch your skin, soft like cream
and smooth as chocolate, intensifies,
seems what was fed has rather grown the appetite…

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