I've spent so many late nights and early mornings writing prose in my head
under the pressure of the shower and the heat of the volcano shedding lava on my skin
I spread the wash on my body thinking of you being there as we take turns in the water
my skin burns when I step out and my head rushes as I remember all of the times you passed me my towel and wrapped yourself in yours
I can't think of a time when I haven't wanted you deep within me
whether you were writhing inside of me or pulsing beside me in your sleep
most specifically I can't remember a time when you weren't
in the deepest ventricles of my heart