Part I:
Sometimes I think
Your fingertips are
Engraved into
my skin
Because
even when weeks
Go by
and your touch
is absent
I still seem to
Live through euphoric
Memories of what it
Feels like when you
Kiss clouds into
My soul

Part II:
And on those nights
You creep into
My head,
you tend to leave
traces of your scent,
Your touch,
And your mouth
Which result in
Mornings after that
Are too often unbearable
To wake up to.