Catharsis

I can’t sleep.
thoughts of you
crowd in my mind.
Vivid imaginings
deep and dark as sin.

The memory of your eyes,
and the thought
of your breath
on my skin
send me spiralling away,
into my own fantasies.
Your words linger
like soft traces
of exotic perfume.

Your face in my mind,
your eyes in my soul.
A dream of your touch
on my heart,
distractions.

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