Molten lava
Melting chocolate
Limpid pools
Your eyes
Reflected
In still water.

Certain thoughts of you are python-like, crushing my bones in circular hungry strength; grooming me for consumption. Certain thoughts of you are like gentle swirls of silken feathers against the skin of my being, breathing life into my nothingness.

You linger.
How I wish you didn't.
But there you are
In someone else's
Aftershave.
In the cinnamon
In my coffee.
In the kind words
Of a close friend.
In a half remembered
Song.
In a dream
In a shadow
In a cloud
You linger.