hands clean

i am still moved by you
you who shall not be named

the one who i always come back to
the one who always leaves

i know when your return is coming
i feel it in my blood

a deep warm stirring
bubbling overflow from secret places

i feel it when my name passes from your lips
when you touch her and think of me

my hands become yours
upon my body

i close my eyes
and see your face

like it was before
as it shall be once more