You are my hologram
a beacon of light and life
always present, but never mine
to touch or taste.

And somehow still, I can remember
your sweat on my pillow
and how you tasted - every bit of you
every night for months.

It felt like years.

The feel of your breath upon my neck
as you panted in my ear.

I still hold the memory
of us in bed together
so very dear.