Somewhere, I forgot when I first saw you.
Slit the ardent arteries of this love.
Years have poured down
around my fingers and back into my bloodstream.
Your body is an extension of my own as
an arm, a tooth,
a length of bone and sinew.
I know the freckled and scarred landscape
of your skin as intimately as my own.
The muscle of our love making
as mile markers.
Like a phantom limb you linger,
my heart refusing to accept
the maddening absence.
