redwinterroses

It was late
and I had your words
burning
through my veins.
The cool
crisp
evening breeze
that touched
my crimson cheek
could not
be still
my restless
heart.
I craved
your mouth
your
hands
your hair
silent and starving
I hungered
for your sleek laugh.
You spoke
and the inflection
of tone
peeled
the dusk
from the day.
Softly
Slowly
the darkness
crept in
swirling
in smoky
contented
circles
your breath
on my neck
whispers
leaving
tracks
upon my skin.
There was only
your voice
against
so much emptiness
only
your light
against extinction
only
your
love
to shut out
the shadows.
I hear
only
your voice.
The sound
scatters
and
drops
with the gravity
of rain
pouring over
my
broken
soul.
I was left
consumed entirely
by your
last
aching
sigh
an echo
that breathes
more
than too many words
a lost smile
that well never
find
again.
What is said
can never
equal
what
you mean
and every
little ray
of moonlight
paints the future gold.