Hooked

The way his skin snaked over his bones,
scars a mile wide under
patches of mistake remembrances
reminded me of an exquisite feeling.
One feeling that I had only once,
a year ago,
the days were all the same
filled with nights that are
muddled
and forgettable.
But this feeling came
with a morning,
inexplicably dire
but an odd sense of ambiguity.
This feeling
knew
as a sun rose and my blood
cleared way for an ancient beast slowly
climbing up my back
curled around my neck
and sat.
The pressure began to heighten.
I knew he wouldn't leave easy
but that knowledge did not compare
to the feeling
of him
waiting
for me
to miss.