You chase the ghosts of your lover’s touch
In
Every
Body.
A warming distraction for an occupied mind.
A plastic heart with a plastered smile
That won’t reach your eyes.
A loveless limerence;
Longing lies laid bare before your lips.
With sudden haste, the butterflies
Withered and died.
You gnarled my soul, yet it remains mine
While you seek your next corpse
And I revive.