You, My Addiction

you
my addiction

I awake in the night, hand hovering
covering in the sheets silken maze.
I reach, thin air catches,
casting images into dreams,
demeaning this angel to call out
in pains pleasure. I know,
can feel you there,
somewhere.
But not right next to me,
where life passes, preserving
pickled memories with amazing accuracy.
Your smell I inherited,
still lingers down deep,
deploring definite daydreams to cease
and detain, just one more moment,
one more second,
of you
my addiction ...