I have no want at all to own you, to steal a raven from the air, coil heavy rope around a whisp of smoke, and place a veil before the waxing moon. My one desire is to simply live naked on the very same Earth, my face cast skyward to drink the rain that was once your breath among the clouds. I will never find the word my only fond rememberance for the alchemy that was our neon nights, in a thunder of silk, tasting every inch of you warm, wet, and wanting. Now your phantom face is an analog vision nightly I die to your dark silhouette. I'll see you again, and when I do, I'll remember why we live at all.