my skin is redolent with the feel of you
your ceaselessly stamped kisses,
tongue dancing over my stomach,
branding my flesh with the seal
of your delicate mouth.  
the scars that traipse my thighs
long for the fingers that trace them
in quiet compassion.  i yearn for you most
when you have long since left.  now, it is
one fifty seven & in five hours
i will rise to meet the morning,
your name still burning
on my lips.
i cannot absolve
my body from yours,
even when the memory
keeps me restless
& awake through
endless nights.