One morning
you wake up...

I feel it still,
pulsing...

My thoughts
are sharp like...

I wish you
wouldn't say...

Lately
I am not sure that...

It seems
possible that I...

I think
that fostering a sense...

I wonder if
just one...

Your lips
pressed softly...

when you tell me that
I'm beautiful...

You told me again
and again...

Today
I'm feeling itchy...