Your

Your voice is in my head 
but it's such an awful shame, 
that I can't see your mouth 
moving when you say my name. 

Your fingers like to wander 
and play those little games, 
that heighten all my senses 
while imploding my veins. 

Even with my eyes closed 
your face is in my brain, 
affixed into my memory  
and still shadowed by flame.