i swear, i can feel
your lips lingering
on mine hours after
you've left, long
after circumstance
has taken you away
(for the time being,
at least).

i've grown used
to these quiet nights
(without you) but
more often than not,
my mind wanders
away on its own accord
and my heart starts
beating just the
slightest bit

languid touches in
earlymorning bedrooms –
the dark sky of a world
still sound asleep save
for two kindred souls,
lost in their own sort
of gentle repose…

(arms and legs
skin on