Magic and starlight (first ending)

He is made of magic and starlight
with sand in his hair
the sea on his lips
and I am lost.

I was chipped, cracked
a discarded thing.
He ran his fingertips over the breaks
     slipped inside
     his mouth against mine
     hips pressed hard
He filled me, healed.
I am whole, sated,

I ache for him body and soul
The wind answers when I call his name
My hands find only air
My mind clings to memories
     the taste of his skin
     the feel of him pressed against
          deep inside
I am lost.

He is made of magic and starlight
Deep and bright and true and real
and gone
and I am lost.