Time spent with you falls moment after moment,
onto the fabric of my soul,
as tattoo ink is irrevocably embedded into skin.
Even in your absence,
your late night whispers can be read on my skin
in all the places your breath once touched,
as fingerprints show on fogged windows,
longing once more to be touched
by the hand of a celestial lover.

Entangle me like vines,
in the entrapping gaze of your verdant eyes.

Her walk told stories of places
I've never been,
but suddenly felt homesick for.