I lie abed but cannot sleep

Sensation lingers still from you

Your mouth a phantom over mine

I close my eyes and all seems true

A scrape of teeth upon my lip

The heat of breath from heaving lung

Your fingers tangling my hair

And comfort like a song well sung

All fool my senses, teasing me

They tell me you still hold me close

When I know well you're far away

As winter is from summers rose

And while I keep my eyes closed tight

Soft echoes of your heartbeat sound

Above, around, inside my head

Like constant bells of timbre round

But eyes must see, and so they do

They raze the lies my senses told

Your phantom kiss is waking dream

My bedmate is the lonely cold

And I alone remain abed

With naught but you to fill my head