Ages have past since I last saw your face
A flicker from a screen
wavers in and out
she exists in memory

My skin has become transparent
I fade away into a cloud of schisms
I have become addicted to her
her scent and flavor has become my drug
an addiction with no cure,
no methadone
I am withdrawn

There is no sound like her
languid alto
There is no sight like her
pale naked skin
I manifest when these senses mix
become a tangible lust,
a solid brick of human sexuality
she are Venus
Aphrodite

then the moments pass when she sits quietly
performs some task and I watch
I never want this scene to end
I just want to relive it for a million years
I want to taste her,
let her flavor
dissolve on the roof of my mouth

I want to make her laugh
it is the blissful sound i wait for

I have a purpose on this earth
I will be back again, back on her doorstep
with the nervous flutters in my stomach
she will smile and I will never leave
in my memory at least

My life stops when I leave her, I surrender to a catotonic state
I fall apart around the edges
there is no longer a center
the linchpin has been pulled
everything collapses
she is my center, my linchpin
With her I know I can fall and be caught
I love you

12/18/2004

Author's Note: I came across this poem, and realized its potential, please enjoy a little editing.

Posted on 12/18/2004
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