you are my thirst...
my hunger...

i still die
when I inhale
the memory of
you...
i can still feel your
arms around me...
your urgent breath
coming faster
and faster...
my hands remember
the way
our fingers
joined...
seeking...
my cheek
still feels your heart 
beating underneath it...

you are my fountain
and i drank you
overlong...
(i am yet unquenched)
you are my temple
and i worshipped
you...
ah 
the reverence 
as i traced the
contours of
your flesh...

every nuance
gaze
touch
lingering languidly
in oblivion...

you are my thirst...
and my fountain...