Heightened Senses (I Will Miss Hearing You Breathe) Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

my sense of touch is enhanced
soaked in the feel of you
our skin together makes silk feel rough
I can smell the scent of you
feel every inch of you
as clearly as if I were running my hands over you
my eyes closed, chest stirring
I wonder where I have brought you
in my wild senseless flight
somewhere far and strange, I imagine
for you, it has been far worse than senseless
it has been madness.
snuggled with my head on your arm
you are sleeping,
so beautiful, so peaceful...
do you have any idea
how I will miss hearing you breathe?