Break Off

You
in my skin,
in this heart
that shouts
for your
touch.
You,
in my head
trembling
every minute
as it succumbs
to this mental
overload of you,
fed into,
seconds at a time
You,
in my stomach,
in all its
futile wishing,
cramps itself
in denial,
attempts
to vomit
whatever it is
I did not eat.
You,
in works
of my hands,
staring at me
like a corpse
with closed eyes,
asking
of your death.
Me,
hoping
in my ears,
to hear your
contrite heart
thump like
rain,
asking
in chorus
for me.