"Every night I empty my heart,
but by morning it's full again.
Slowly, droplets of you seep in
through the night's soft caress.
At dawn I overflow with thoughts of us
and 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."
-My love
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