Let my words caress you
and hold you close to me,
recalling how once I
held
you in my arms.
May soft words whispered
to the wind,
seed
dreams to watch your
sleep, as once I lay
beside you
watching.
My thoughts turn
towards you. As once
you turned to me,
lying in
the darkness,
warm against my skin.
Memory of your touch
now warms
my mind
in this distant place.
Alone my blood calls
to you, though I know
not if you hear.
If you
feel the edge
of my desire as once
you felt the edge of
a knife
held soft
against your skin.
