Do You Still Think of Me?

In the cool of the evening do you still think of me?
Do you have to stop and write and clear your brain so you won't think
of the sweet smell of patchouli and the scent of us...,
and the taste and the warmth, the hungry sweat,after we've made love.

Do you still have dreams about us like you used to do,
and complained of them not stopping after we were through?
Does excitement haunt you still and wake you up...
feeling anxious to complete the our heat while making love.
                                                                                                        I know I miss the smoky warmth and taste of salty skin...
and feeling so connected to you...my best  friend...
does it haunt you...Do you miss me...being known so well?
Does it hurt to know you're loved and that you are not here?

I remember your dream of the pinnacles...we talked on a hill
lovemaking not required for you to draw me near...
Inside your heart...inside your mind...you know I felt the same...
and I remember in your dream there was a gentle rain.

Well, theres a hard rain falling now and its piercing me,
silence is the enemy...but I guess at least I'm free...
but it's like your stole my air...Oh baby, I can't breathe...
Do you expect me to believe that you are really free of me???