An old, old piece of mine

My body teems with memories of you/And the streets of a lost city teem with the memories of you and me/ We teem with the memories of each other/ Your red walls teem with dreams of us/ My instants teem with centuries of memories of you/ My hands teem with your senses and memories of you/ My blood teemswith kisses that I imagine you're sending me/ I try to combine reason and senses but it's pointless/ My body teems with silent yet pungent vestiges of you.