How peculiar that I should
Feel your absence
As the presence
Of a strange, hollow,
Squeezing pain that's draining my blood.

How you've become from a stranger
The breath I take,
This honeyed ache
That never leaves me, 
Waking or dreaming, does linger.

How this warmth floods me in wild race
As I evoke
Your gentle stroke,
Kisses we exchange,
The times when we finally embrace.