I’m pulling out of your driveway,
teeth tingling,
gripping the steering wheel
tightly to brace myself.

You’re still surging through
the fibers of nerves
(my new meaning to muscle memory)
that fire sparks of your touch
replaying us:

Your subtle stubble
tickling my naked neck;

My fingers bobbing up and down
across the ripples of your ribs;

Your tongue in my mouth
trying to tie a knot;

My thighs closing in around you—
a Venus fly trap;

Our eyes exploring
the abyss beyond our pupils.

I’ve become numbed to new sensations,
but I’m blissfully possessed
by your phantom kisses.