Once, twice, I see the image of his face shimmering within my bewildered mind, shimmering like a star in the dusk of night. I see his gem-like eyes glittering like the oceans at twilight, silently whispering music, music that seizes and charms my imperfect soul. It poisons my heart with pleasure, pleasure that takes the form of a bubbly spirit swiftly capturing many emotions within its enchanting palms, like raindrops falling onto soft virgin skin. His voice enters my mind even when I am sleeping. It flows like water in a stream, flowing over foreign soil, the soil of my hidden secrets. The feeling of his hands gracefully caressing my face wiping away the scars of loneliness remains even when he has gone. Many thoughts become sudden waves of temptation for he is the spirit of the depths of my heart.