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Haunted
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The roughness of your tongue
bristles so strong against mine
that I cannot be sure
it fails to linger
until I probe for your waiting lips
and taste only air. The scent of you
still permeates; the sight of you
flashes yet
upon the corners of my eyes,
though the hour is long past
when we parted. But still I feel
your rhythmic breaths—
remnants of sensation held over,
too powerful to take in all at once:
ghosts of you. Do I haunt you so?
I wonder, turning,
stiff sheets rumpling over skin—
I awoke before the dawn, fevered,
the burning of your flesh
still upon me.
