Every night I empty my heart, but by morning it's full again

Slow droplets of you sleep in through the night's soft caress

At dawn I overflow with thoughts of us

An aching pleasure that gives me no respite

Love cannot be contained

The neat packaging of desire splits asunder

Spilling crimson through my days

Long, languishing days that are now bruised tender with yearning

Spent searching for a fingerprint, a scent, a breath you left behind.

- Not my original, Picked from some movie