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 tend to wander 
and play those little games, 
that heighten all my senses 
and implode all of my veins. 

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