intoxicated by your memory <br />my vision blurs <br />my breathing is quickened <br />my stomach floats and <br />my hands tremble <br />as images of you pass <br />my minds eye. <br />when I imagine a touch <br />I know the real thing would kill me.<br /><br />John Kipling Lewis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/intoxicated-5/
