Sarang

Seasons
change
but
my love

for you

remains
in
full bloom
and
22 years
later

I feel

the
withering
of
a life
lost
spent
without
you

by
my side

and
the
ambrosial
scent
of
our love

still lingers

in
the minutiae
of the
memories
that are
recalled
to
tip me
over
the
edge
as I’m
trembling
and
gasping
for air
whilst my

tongue
traces
your name
on the
inside
of
my mouth

and
then
I meet
the ghost
of
you
in
my dreams
whilst
contemplating
my
fragile
state of being

with
the concept
of
effleurage
emerging
as
my
fingers
danced
upon my
swollen
bud
as you
buried

yourself

in the
depths
of my
aching
need

to belong

only
to you.