Monday, 31 October 2011


I can still feel the dull ache of you
In my limbs.
You linger, like a quiet
Ember in the muscles of my stomach
And arms; the ghosts of
Exertion dancing a fiery heat
Under the surface of my bones and flesh.

I can still see you, sprawled
And peaceful on the white sheets,
With your ivory skin a subtle
Dapple in my memory.
The tenseness of your body still hangs
Underneath my fingertips, and I can taste
You in the crook of my elbow.

I can still hear the moment
When we connected and collided
And unravelled upon each other,
With lips and hands and other miscellaneous
Parts of the un-cohesive whole linking
And twisting like a spider web
And tearing in a moment.