Lying here without you, I can almost taste your scent
I can reach up
And out
And steal it
Your essence
Your very deepest, darkest essence
Now belongs to me
It is all I can own of you
Here, now
You have me enslaved, ensnared
And I am a willing prisoner
Not for me, however, the cold ball and chain
The heat of our furnace has warped them
Into fine chains of silken-light dreams that settle, glinting,
On my heart
And now, lying here without you, I can almost touch them
