Heat

Even days later your breath is still ringing in my ears.

The feeling of being trapped remains,

trapped but euphoric,

pinned down, aching to be eaten alive.

Memories of those eyes as they slipped from

adorable to animal, laughing to lascivious,

melts the most of me

and hardens what remains.

Such proximity was narcotic, and I'm itching

to take another drag of your presence.

Or perhaps it was a hallucination,

some drug you carried on the tip of your tongue.

But what a cruel trick for my mind to play,

composing a circumstance transcending any experience

reality might deign to replicate.