It's true that there is an ache in my cunt for you

But the worst of it is in the flesh around my heart

It's in my hands that long to touch you and do for you

It's in my feet that long to carry me to you

There is a tenderness that stays with me
long after you have gone

Akin to pain, but a fragile joy

That fiercely clings to my insides

The whole of my being imprinted

There are days I know I could fly if
I just take a running leap