but by morning it's full again
slowly droplets of you seep in
throught the nights soft cares
at down I overflow with thoughts
of us, an aching pleasure that
gives me no respite
love cannot be contained
the neat packaging of desire
splits asender, spelling carmezin throught my days,
long languishing
days that are now brused
tender with yanning
spent searching for a fingerprint
a scent, a breath you left behind... "
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