Yours

I still feel it.

Your hand.

On my back.

Like litte secret sparkles

of warmth

that are keeping me alive

in a cold world.

Confession:

it didn't tickle.

I just liked it far too much.

Seeing you

is like seeing

my heart

walk around outside my body.

Such a strange feeling,

that something as personal and

sacred

as my heart

is no longer mine,

no longer in my keeping,

no longer guarded by

my rib cage.

You are so much

a part of me,

I cannot remember

how it felt to be alive

before I fell in love with you.