The echo of you inside is temporal,
a spectral touch I cannot relinquish,
a light that is never forgotten.

And how soon you become a loop, 
how soon you become a beautiful ghost...

I'm constantly aching for you,
for something that is barely gone.

Yet it pangs me like an acute nostalgia,
the longing for a time only
we knew how to feel the shape of,
someone I'm ever closer to but also frozen 
in a moment that I never let go of.

My hands can't help but trace
the places you mapped on me,
never able to quite copy the patterns,
I don't think I'm really meant to.

And that's just a fraction of why
such a seemingly simple touch 
can go on to mean everything.

I can't quite replicate the stillness
that overcomes before a first kiss,
the particles between us forever charged,
the electric shocks that quicken our hearts,
the way the entire universe can contract
just so that two tentative lips can finally meet.

The echo of you inside is temporal,
spectral music I cannot relinquish
the complex and lustrous beats of.

I'm constantly aching for you,
for something I can still 
taste the indelible traces of.

And how soon you become a loop,
and how soon you become a ghost...

I'm constantly longing for you,
for a presence still surrounding me. 

Yet it pangs me like an acute nostalgia,
a raw desire for this binding force between us
to pull our naked shapes back together as one,
a shape I'm ever closer to understanding
in a moment that I will never let go of.

My hands can't help but trace 
the places your anxious mouth 
quickly marked upon me,
the places I kissed until your scars
became more like signatures just 
waiting to be discovered and read
until they became my very own.

I want to read and understand them all,
I don't think I'm meant to yet.

And that's just a fraction of why 
such a seemingly simple taste
can go on to become everything.

I can't quite replicate the stillness
that overcame when you paused,
pressed your ear to my heart and listened,
whispering that I'm absolutely beautiful,
even when I have trouble believing it,
the particles between us forever changed,
the electric shocks that quicken our need,
how the universe immediately contracts 
when you pull me inside of you.

The echo you create is temporal,
spectral warmth that envelopes me,
a love that is never forgotten.

And how soon you become a loop,
and how soon you become a beautiful ghost...