a beautiful poem from one of my favourite films..

Every night I empty my heart
But by morning it’s full again.
Slow droplets of you seep in
Through the night’s soft caress;
At dawn I overflow with thoughts of us
And 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 with yearning,
Spent searching for a finger print, a scent,
A breath you left behind

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