Afterwards, there is more than silence.
Words pulse in phantom fingertips,
mapping skin-dreams, trailing wild-sense.
Afterwards there is more. Then silence.
Tenderly, thought moves mere absence,
over-arching mind to find eclipse.
Afterwards, there is more-than silence.
Words pulse. In phantom, finger tips.
forget me now 
oh wow, thank you, scribe!
*happy dancing*
Very, very good. Apart from the structure there are also the images to relish here: words pulse, phantom fingertips, mappingt skin-dreams.
This is fantastic stuff, Shell.