| Woe You are gone. only the fading scent on my flesh remains. only the reminder of a kiss on my expectant cheeks. an assuring smile and a gentle hint of an ancient tune. i will forever miss the beautiful droplets, the tiny whisperings of Your nightingale song. i doubt You will return to this labyrinth of bedfolds, steeped in memories of sleepless nights. i�ll no longer wake and experience Your burning body, curled like a fiddlehead before the rise of the sun. no more sugary breath on my motionless chest. in the semi-dark of an anonymous night: countless beds clang in midtown flats, lovers lost in mazes of soiled sheets, peaches bitten to reveal their hidden nectars, and i�m alone. |