Mad about you

Your smell left on the coffee cup i drink of
vapor in the air
and dancing on my face's skin

i hold my breath
and recognize that you are really here
gazing,
with a thin dangerous smile lift in your lips

i open my eyes
and standing in the corner of my room
with a coffee cup on my hands still

i'm searching in
the air and tasting for your bookmarks are everywhere
all over this room

i can see you even when you aren't here
still your fingertips print on the mirror,
on the TV
on the ceiling too

and when this morning starts
i'm just mad 'bout you