As your hands became my hands
and your breath my breath--
as sweat poured down my forehead in a profoundly
passionate yet hauntingly animalistic way,
I had a memory of three years from now:
our dehydrated and smiling lips kiss again
in front of the bar where we just got tipsy,
creating our own cacophony of laughter.
Whispering goodbye even as our fingertips
(which are still the same fingertips) whisper hello,
I look towards Athens and you
towards whatever life you're leading. "Sorry" I say,
and you: "It's fine." And it is.

come lay beside me in my bed-
I'll trace a path from your ankles to head
and in the morning warm my dear
lift your head and hear
the pucker of my pink lips by your ears
You're my dream in reality
the object of my sensuality
palpitations in my ventricles
heartbeats your fingertips control
smooth inhalation of your soul appeals
aching to learn how your body feels

Her Heartbeats defining my expenses
Dominating what I can hear
Water being marketed
With special additives

Lost in this world
Where getting by
Involves selling my soul
The devil having the upper hand

And I sold myself
To be relatively unknown
Within a known circle

If you find a way to feed it,
help it grow,
and keep it alive;
it will find a way to feed you,
help you grow,
and keep you alive.

I miss you.

Your brawny arms,
and the way they'd firmly hold me.

Those honest starry eyes,
and their ability to burn holes through me.

Your flawlessly gentle lips,
and the way they felt like cashmere connecting to my own.

The warmth of your body,
in my bed.

I miss,
the ignorance of being alone.

Our legs
weaved between each others bodies as we slumber.

You,
bogarting the chill of the night.
Using your own toes
to defrost mine.

Appointing your chest the role,
To stand in as my personalized pillow.

And more than anything,
I miss waking up happy.

Your influential mind, your godly presence, and your virtuous company.
Could you please return them back to me.