absence is a strong sensation.
sometimes much stronger than the touch,
that having woken passions conscience
passes,
tracing circuits of desire and lust
that hunger just to feel.

that touch that in it's wake
as when a wave pulls from the shore,
leaves a longing after it,
like sands that panic in the fray
go rushing bach to meet the sea;
so this absence burns,
consuming me.

absence is a strong sensation
like as a babe perplexed,
when suddenly the breast on which
it did in comfort rest,
has left him in abandonment,
bewildered and distressed
and grasping air.

that presence that when it has vanished
fashions such a void
that passion's quest again to feel it's touch
awakens frantic need,
is so much stronger than the flame
which caused the flesh to burn, at first
yes it is worse!

absence is a strong sensation.
a touch of longing
much, much stronger
than the presence, while it lingered
ever did reveal.

so much more do i hunger for you now
than ever could i have foreseen
what time that you were here.
and sharing life with me.