Ghost of who I am

It's ticking out the time,
The whispers on your lips,
You promised they'd be mine,
I cup my hands to your waist,
Your hips,
Breathe in your scent,
At the nape of your neck,
And know with a certainty,
That it is time that we lack,
The urgency transmits,
To your hands,
My skin,
Your heart beating so wildly within,
I can feel the rise and fall,
Of your chest,
Beneath my fingertips,
The skin tautened,
Then slack,
In me you'll find your release,
In you I'll find the ghost of who I am.

~Rei Shiori