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
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.
