I
  have
a
desire
        for
              every
                         inch
                              of
                                  you.
                           The
            whisper
         of
           your
                  voice                                
                           coursing      
                   thr­ough
            my
       body
            filling
                    every
                             curve
   ­                                  with
                             the
                   sound
              of
                you.
                         The
                    warmth
                                   of
                              your
                                       breath
                                             on
                                          my
                              craving
                           lips,
                 and
                     the
             taste
                  of
             you
                      under
                               the
                               blankets.

Just when she thought

 she had dug  

herself out of despair,

she stared down

at the freshly prepared grave

and noticed the soiled shovel 

in her hand.