My Lonliness Is No Longer My Own Poem by Heather Milks

you are haunting me
you penetrate me
i feel your hands from the inside
moving through my soul
like a cloak you cover me
like fire you burn in me
the sweat glistens on my skin
my breath quick and deep
my ears ring
hands shake
my mouth dry,
then watering with desire
with need and craving
stop my heart by passing by
does it stop
or explode into a million fluttered beats
becomming a low hum beneath my breast
can I feel this? deffinately
can you?