I can see the
outline of you when I close my eyes.
You are
black on
white, a sharp edge not wavering.
I cannot see the direction of your stare. I know you are looking at me.
I feel the softness of your touch in the morning. I feel it through the day.
Your lips are red velvet brushing me, convincing me. I will fall before your whispers always.
I came to myself in a dream last night and said your name.
The ringing from that sound lingered there even as I woke. I carried it with me awhile, smiling.