What makes you                                                        
                 stir
with             
                     pleasure
                  depth
                             and
              fury.
                    Who have you
                let                        in
                           where
I                 am
        no longer.
What makes
  you burn
    writhe
                    shutter.
(as hot embers)
     without
               love.





What keeps
               you together?
                             stir
                     think
               feel
                      for I am
                   still          
                             here.