Her feet dance like ink across
Shakespeare’s paper.
Her eyes like notes in a mozart symphony,
And her voice like a lustful melody. 
And her lips like a delicacy in chefs mastery.
Her touch like steam in a roman bathory. 
And her taste?
Like the apple eve ate.

And when you find
yourself wanting
me again,
look above and
see how wonderful
the stars are —that’s what
you have
lost.

find a complete stranger you find attractive // adrenaline

2. tell each other stories and intimate details you haven’t told anyone //  serotonin

3. finally, stare deeply into each other’s eyes and then hug each other without saying anything // oxytocin

"I see you everywhere. I see you in sentences inked blue on a crumpled paper napkin, in cars and buses caught in a traffic jam, in the perfect swollen shape of the moon. I see your image in the face of every person I meet: when the cashier hands me my change I am reminded of your long calloused fingers, when I pass by girls with tattoos on the nape of their necks I remember how it feels to kiss you there. Every laugh, every flesh, every smile is you trying to steal my breath away. I think: this is the opposite of forgetting. I scatter your memory to the empty winds, put you inside the pockets of strangers, force you to haunt me like a ghost. This is how I survive your absence. This is how I keep you, darling, so that you may never leave my world again."