You plague me.
I suffer every nocturne from the quiet absence of your touch. No moment is safe from your whispered kiss, rising from the depths of shadowed memory long past to take my breath away one more time. You whisper to me in the night and glide endless miles by day, just outside the light; a divinely flawed existence that torments my mind and nibbles at my soul. You are the voracious fire which consumes my aching heart, always one step beyond my grasp; one whispered word, one honest touch,
away from me.