Every night I empty my heart,
but by morning it’s full again

Slow droplets of you seep in through the
night’s soft caress

At dawn I overflow with thoughts of us,
an aching pleasure that gives me no respite

Love cannot be contained,
the neat packaging of desire splits asunder,
spilling crimson through my days

Long, languishing days that are now
bruised tender with yearning

Spent searching
for a fingerprint, a scent, a breath
you left behind
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