हाई अन्फ लोव

Face down on the mattress, your heartbeat like my breathing, warm and constant. Between dreams, I wake up in deja vu. Your bed, my bed, we are in both places, the same radiating heat. Hot like the sand beneath my feet, hot like you pressing me against the sheets, hot like your mouth on mine as I begged, hot like my 'no' forcing me over and over to hold my breath. Blinking, wide-eyed surprised eyes, I'm on the edge, aching, fevered -

-and wishing you were still here with me.