The night is silent,
Just quiet enough to hear the perpetual pounding of your heart that he yearns so passionately to touch,
he wonders
if he really missed you,
he has grown accustomed
to being
numb,
but he thinks about you,
he can remember the flutter of your eyelashes and the texture of your lips, he can remember your honey voice and your poignant humming,
he hears you sigh and whisper his name, as if waiting for his response to break the tranquility of the air,
he remembers you,
and now he wonders if you think of him too at such ungodly hours,
if you remember his fleeting touches and stolen glances,
he wants to devour you,
to savour the taste of your skin against his tongue,
he wants to eat you whole,
your eyes,
your fingers,
your live and beating heart,
all of you, his and only his.
Now he wonders,
if you think about him
with such unfathomable
thoughts too?
