On nights
Where i tie my endless
Veins
Into knots
As if trying 
To terminate 
T h i s g h o s t o f y o u
Still lingering
And haunting
my weary bones;

On nights
Where i wish your hands,
Were my hands,

I chew you

Into orgasm 

And spit you out
Just to swallow
You back in
Again 
As if the pain
Of your absence 
Wasn't
Harsh
Enough