I drink you up.

On the forgotten side of midnight,
I am prompted to recall certain indelible things
whose painful etches recall tattoos more than scars,
blissfully endless moments so satisfying
they were somehow able to soften the blow of the reality they preceded
and became written into my code.
Your sigh is part of my source,
your smile is part of my every instinctive movement;
your warmth is at the heart of every instant
I have felt since then.