like a never ending song.
His touch invades my thoughts and
I suddenly become
an indigent,
needing to feel his touch again like a flower
needs water to bloom.
I'm lost without him
yet lose myself completely when I am with him.
He is my fear and my fascination.
My pleasure and my pain.
Traces of his cologne are all that remain
inhabiting my body
and reminding me of the moments we shared.
