You were the first thing I thought about
in the murky light of the morning;
the last thing on my mind
drifting into the stillness of 4:00 AM
The main thing on the brain
throughout the day
Everyday
fantasies on auto-pilot
unfolding
in hallowed silence
beneath closed eyes;

Torso to torso
all the way in
face pressed hard against
the bulging cluster of veins
in your neck
hot with the scent of jasmine
so sweet
I could bite into them

Devoted
like a cultist
eternal
like a virus
you, you, you
infesting my mind like
the dizzying vapors of
candlelit glue...

Now I never even think about you