The presence of you
is so wondrous
and says-me delicious.
The absence of you
is a phantom presence
of you
also as thus wondrous
and more deeply delicious.
With some prominence,
your presence and absence
are,
the same you.
And this is how,
by your presence and absence
my being breathes,
my heart drinks,
and is . . .
driven to beat.
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