When I'm gone, do you think of me?
I sit in bed and dream of things we say
In the quiet of my solitude, I smile and push back my hair
Lace and twist my fingers, let my heart ache a little
In my luck to have such a kind boy to think about
Wish for --
Your soft fingers lying round my own (beautifulpalelong)
The grain of your hair between my rolling fingertips (roughdarklovely)
The crush of your body, and the way we fit together
Like puzzle pieces made of cosmic energy
Come together in the neverending strain of stars and symbols
Deep inside our deepest consciousness
The only thing left





is the past








our memories
Breaking through the eons, threading through time --
Your kiss mingling with mine.