But by morning it's full again
Slowly, droplets of you seep in
Through the night's soft caress
At dawn, I overflow with thoughts of us,
An aching pleasure that gives me no respite
Love cannot be contained
The neat packaging of desire
Splits asunder, spilling crimson
Through my days...
Long languishing days that are now bruised
Tender wish yearning
Spent searching for the fingerprint
A scent, a breath you left behind...
- from the movie I Can't Think Straight
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