old longing once more passes through the blood

Come back often and take hold of me,
beloved feeling come back and take hold of me --
when the memory of the body reawakens,
and old longing once more passes through the blood;
when the lips and skin remember,
and the hands feel like they're touching once again.

Come back often and take hold of me at night,
when the lips and skin remember....

[C.P. Cavafy {1863-1933} 'Come Back', in Poems, from Everyman's Library Pocket Poets]