the space his leaving creates
I have tried to fill with bodies that numbed my skin
in them I had expected to find his opposites
I found only forgeries
he's away and I cannot breathe him in
when I think of his sparkling face
and of his body that rocked me this way and that
when I think of his laughter, his jubilance that filled me
it's a wonder I'm not gone mad
he's away and I cannot breathe him in
he is a fiction I've made, yet I cannot stop longing for him
craving sensation new flesh cannot wholly calm
perhaps it's for more than him
he's away and I cannot breathe him in