An hour ago the rush came back.
The cool, shady sand at the base of my throat,
lodged deep in its fleshy insides.

When I feel into it,
an image of you appears in my mind’s eye.

Then my gut starts to throb.
My heart and chest start racing.
I’m covered in warmth,
breath sticky with heat.

I know what it is.
But I won’t say it.

You’ve said it for me.