Memories of you are tattooed under my skin,
etched in the crevices of my body,
drawn along the inside walls of my battered heart.
I look at my hands and I see yours filling the spaces between my fingertips.
I look at my legs and all I see is how they wrapped around your hard body.
My hair, they used to sprawl in black waves on your stark white pillow sheets.
My cheek, it rested on your chest, your heartbeat slowly lulling me to sleep.
The way my heart sounds now, steady and imperceptibly slow, contrasts to the way it thumped wildly whenever your lips were on my skin.
Tattoos of you cover me all over.
And my love when I close my eyes,
God, I remember.
The sound of the waves, the soft light from the full moon, the feel of your hand in mine,
You pulling me into the water.
That secret smile.
The sparkle in your eyes.
I am haunted by your magic.