I always make a point of it to talk to potential love interests about the sensation of an amputated extremity still attached to the body,

 

phantom limb.

 

What I don't make a point to say is that, when I think of love, I feel that all over. That I have the capacity to turn into a network of phantom parts, an apparition of a woman.

 

It's been nearly two hands' worth of sleeps since I've slept next to you.